well the days are getting shorter
and the temperature colder
nostalgia's rearing it's ugly head again
and im worse off then summer began

i can't get much lower
to rock bottom of a bottle
which only fends off any closure
im way over my head again
drowning in all the cold words we said

(chorus)
redemption
only comes
in small doses in between
all this wasted time and empathy

and it's hard to face a life
when tomorrow only brings
the same damn things ....
i shine away from but can't seem to escape....
i think it's time for a change

(bridge)
taking bricks from the bridges
i burnt down
to build some walls
ive grown so indifferent
hidden
in the dark and lost

we struck up a spark
so i'll find my way
it's overdue for a change
a world in flames
a heart outlined in chalk
and im choking on the ashes
every time i try to talk

This is deep (-down-between-your-legs), coming to you live from mingle2. Today here we have got a host of poets n poetesses(?) among us. Poetry is flying rampant. I have lost my radar. Cant differentiate bet flower
n spears (read bearded axe wounds n rathole in the wall). Fodor, You are right ! Mind is no game, i mean lame computing machine. But it is a shame that i am hung and badly in need of a restart...(joking. Dnt mind... )

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