Immortal
01-17-2001, 10:49 PM
... yeah, that's right.. i wrote this one for all 162 of you..
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title i'm called misfortune author zds date 1/17/01
getting chills when i think, i think too much about you..
fall to pieces if i'm careful, i'm careful just for you..
try to sleep, but sleep evades
lost it all inside my maze
you've taken me, taken my soul
like a blistering metaphor on this endless stretch of time
unable to type or complete this rhyme
my fingers won't move, frozen within
because i'm not innocent, and we're both soaked with sin
wouldn't it be so special if we could just get the fuck along?
not worrying about succession, just listening and breathing the song
words i write may be images to you
because out of everyone, you get it... somehow that makes it true
i'm called a prophet, i'm called a myth
i'm called a liar, a thing that doesn't exist
i'm called misfortune, i'm called a dream
i'm called your everything, but can't live up to the scheme
without the meanings i'll get lost in the doubt
i've found that anything is everything when you take a different route
away from beauty and excess, inside hearts of gold
my words may be rearranged, but the story is too old
i may not be what is advertised, but i love you more than him
and everything he says to you is a shit cup filled to the brim
but i've said my part, can't be anything but happy
for you and him, him and you.... i just wish he wouldn't slap me.
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title i'm called misfortune author zds date 1/17/01
getting chills when i think, i think too much about you..
fall to pieces if i'm careful, i'm careful just for you..
try to sleep, but sleep evades
lost it all inside my maze
you've taken me, taken my soul
like a blistering metaphor on this endless stretch of time
unable to type or complete this rhyme
my fingers won't move, frozen within
because i'm not innocent, and we're both soaked with sin
wouldn't it be so special if we could just get the fuck along?
not worrying about succession, just listening and breathing the song
words i write may be images to you
because out of everyone, you get it... somehow that makes it true
i'm called a prophet, i'm called a myth
i'm called a liar, a thing that doesn't exist
i'm called misfortune, i'm called a dream
i'm called your everything, but can't live up to the scheme
without the meanings i'll get lost in the doubt
i've found that anything is everything when you take a different route
away from beauty and excess, inside hearts of gold
my words may be rearranged, but the story is too old
i may not be what is advertised, but i love you more than him
and everything he says to you is a shit cup filled to the brim
but i've said my part, can't be anything but happy
for you and him, him and you.... i just wish he wouldn't slap me.