UnderYourSpell
Gerund Whore
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- May 20, 2007
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Skipping down the open lanes of youth
without a care, make no bones about it
nearing the hearse end
brings trials never imagined.
The exhaust from travelling too fast
through youth fills the nostrils
and chokes the very soul.
Freeing the champagne cork
of congratulations echoes futilely
back down through the years.
You see my pain,
reach to touch my hand
and I cry.
Skipping down the open lanes of youth
without a care, make no bones about it
nearing the hearse end
brings trials never imagined.
The exhaust from travelling too fast
through youth fills the nostrils
and chokes the very soul.
Freeing the champagne cork
of congratulations echoes futilely
back down through the years.
You see my pain,
reach to touch my hand
and I cry.