even though the moment passed us by
even though the light faded in the sky
i want to be there with you
i want to come home to you
i want to be there with you
i want to come home to you
there's no point to any of this. it's all just a... a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. so I take pleasure in the details. you know... a quarter-pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter become a cackle... and I, I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt..troy dyer in reality bites.
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I feel empty bro... Like there is no fucking direction that Im heading to. Lost in the path ways and transiction of the world...
Sigh....
emptiness is loneliness is cleanliness is godliness...
i'm not sure of that. i just think that emptiness is what we feel when it isn't actually empty.
so just take it that the glass isn't half empty. it's half full man.
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