Lie Loud
You think a thought and let it get lost.
Behind your eyes
is a mind full of lies.
You begin to feel sorry about
having your head up in the clouds.
And i can't help but wonder,
when you'll go deaf from the thunder.
The clouds crept down
to fog up this town,
our eyes, our minds.
It's getting quieter now.
Too Far
Creeping. Sleeping.
I'm awake, but it's late.
Late becomes early
as night becomes day.
This dream could go on
forever this way.
This city. It's winding.
The sun rise is blinding.
Time's begun to blend and bend.
When might I be able to meet my end?
Caught Up or Lost?
A child's heart
is innocent,
and curious.
Caught up in this,
field of bliss.
Unaware,
without a scare.
I'll catch you.
I'll catch you.
Still sweet,
we'll meet.
Before the fall,
after it all,
became too tall,
so we couldn't see.
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