Thursday, May 13, 2010

Nothing personal.

A she could be personal but convoluted
Kill myself just to try
Purpose can't find harmony in its goals
Discord, exploration touches love and it feels like hot coals
You control the voltage on my heart
Twist and ignite,
fill the clouds with smoke and trees will grow.

Life is like hope on dope and it blows away
With ashes and schizophrenia, bat your lashes please
Now she's making me horny, but please don't bore me
A she is a she, but could be personal, a me is a me
but could be personal.

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