My words are kept simple for a reason. Too much thought on one line and it means nothing to me. If it flows, then that is what I was meant to say. |
When I'm with you I make no sense,
As we walk a barbed wire fence...
Veins bereft of life
Colors change throughout the night...
Little Lizzy got so dizzy
Spinning round and round...
Grow a beard and chop down forests
Speak our minds, you still ignore us...
Having revelations
Kaufman and Beckett...
My grand daddy, he picked the cotton. Yes, he...
He picked the cotton just to live on the land that...
All the ground that's brown was thick with briars...
Murdering Mother Nature one tree at a time.
I'll shape the earth as I see fit...
Insane Room
The walls laugh at you...
Eyes of glue
Sticky shoe...
Greater than or equal to the sum of it all, the end of the math is variable to who? You? |
Negativity makes the positivity shine with honor, I believe. |
If I had to choose, |