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Chasing the High (Revised)
On the day I was born
they made me cry
Now i shall weep
until the day i die
for i was born
in a world made for others
i'm not like them
no, not even my brothers
There's a line on the mirror
and smokin' bud in the vase
a fifth of whiskey on ice
to find that quiet place
but it just never seems
to be quite enough
i need to escape
i need to lose all touch
days go by...
...weeks go by
i'm in a chase
tryin' to catch that high
Now there's a mirror
a staring back at me
there's a vivid scene
i don't want to see
a knife across my wrist
just to watch myself bleed
a rope around my neck
to make sure i succeed
days go by...
...weeks go by
i'm in a chase
tryin' to catch that high
mother always told me
it would never come to this
yet there's a gun at my head
and a blade through my wrist
for i was born
in a world made for others
i'm not like them
no, not even my brothers
so from day to day
i try to hide myself
no want to be a specimen
in a jar on someone's shelf
Comments
weirdelf
Thu, 2014-10-30 00:09
makes Grimm
read like Hans Christian Anderson.
I hope it was cathartic.
cheers,
Jess
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eightmenout
Thu, 2014-10-30 09:29
Indeed it was, sir
Indeed it was, sir
Thanks for stopping by
Scott