And theres nothing wrong with me This is how Im supposed to be In a land of make believe Who dont believe in me The motto was just a lie It says home is where your heart is But what a shame Cause everyones heart Doesnt beat the same Its beating out of time I read the graffiti In the bathroom stall Like the holy scriptures in a shopping mall And so it seemed to confess It didnt say much But it only confirmed that The center of the earth Is the end of the world And I could really care less Everyone is so full of shit Born and raised by hypocrites Hearts recycled but never saved From the cradle to the grave We are the kids of war and peace From Anaheim to the Middle East We are the stories and disciples of The Jesus of suburbia Dearly beloved, are you listening? I cant remember a word that you were saying Are we demented? Or am I disturbed? The space thats in between insane and insecure Oh therapy, can you please fill the void? Am I retarded? Or am I just overjoyed? Nobodys perfect and I stand accused For lack of a better word and thats my best excuse
Posted on: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 05:44:52 +0000
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