31 January, 2007

Chicken Sangwich

Timmy

It seems as though
The road is paved
Conscience clear
Hearts to save
Find the one
The only one
Then runaway
Stay away
Bonds were made
Love was claimed
Friends erased
Some replaced
That’s the way it goes,
it goes away
That’s the way it goes,
don’t try to stay
That’s the way it is
The way it was
The way it ever will be
We cannot find,
it’s left behind
Behind the door that closed our mind
Open the door, find the floor

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