On The Walls (#23

By Eric, thenuttman@aol.com
Date: 4 April 2000

On The Walls (#23 | White)

I've accepted that I'll never be clean... My surface much too rough... It's always the same when you bargain your way through... You always come out less a man... Girl, I'm having one of those days... It's a thing that can't be missed... Hesitating when I should be out the door... But right now...that's the last thing on my list... I've got a lot more room...The walls are not all filled... I've got a lot more space to kill... I've kept my thoughts in this corner... As you'll see they're not all clear... Do you think I should stop or keep on moving?... I need you here to help me!... Never be the same...I have all but lost my brain... He was my best friend...and she was my only love... Now I'm left with good intentions... And a depression state that's lost... Now I'm left without a needle or a pen... I can't bleed or write on my walls again... Solitary...confinement... Lock me in here day to day... Baby, all I needed was for you to read... My writings explain it all ok Well, I'll never be white... I'm a waste of space... In my mind is a picture... But it's all been erased... I can't help myself or you... I can't do a thing or two... I can't make a single song... My writings are on my wall...

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