Stop and feel the roses, see who can get the closest
Did if you make the losing shot, do you remember what you forgot?
Crazy, crazy like a box
Of pictures with no faces
of family or places
Feeling, Feeling insane
Without a doubt
Embarrassed and alone, Upside Out
Or then again, Is it downside in?
Lost and found in a lonely crowd
Or am I feeling remorse, like a fusing divorce?
The beginning of fate of a winning stalemate
Surging a brake over a dried up lake
Yelling out whispers underneath the bridge
Running in place to Unflip life's switch
Falling up the ladder to hit rock top
gleefully sadder as you're starting to stop
There's a tense relaxation, that darkens the light
You sit down straight with respectful spite
It's the final start for your energetic and exhausted heart
Leaving, with nowhere to go
like a flower, just dying to grow

Find the humor in sorrow
the past will soon be tomorrow

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