walkin

lovin kindlovin kind Posts: 268
edited December 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
walkin close outside the lines
right next to the metal
devours me no fear at all
i find enemies i will fight
with my bare hands yeah
my bare hands

i grow up gettin run down
gettin run over
pushin bullies around
findin myself with every limb in tact
with no fear at all yeah
with a picture of it all

theres no where in this frame for me
ive got a bad disease
im taken by the breeze
the flames they burn my eyes away
and still i jump in front of a train

cause im run down
i dont feel nothin
in this little small town
and i dont care one bit
where your next road leads
thanks to everyone who can read what i write without having to say something mean
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  • i grow up gettin run down
    gettin run over
    pushin bullies around
    findin myself with every limb in tact
    with no fear at all yeah
    with a picture of it all

    cause im run down
    i dont feel nothin
    in this little small town
    and i dont care one bit
    where your next road leads[/quote]

    I really like these lines. I completly understand where your coming from. I grew up in a small town where it was hard to get people to take the time to get to know me. All in all really good.
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