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Never shall I forget that night, the first night in that house, that turned my life into one long harangue seven times sealed Never shall I forget that face Never shall I forget the small mishaps that he noticed Whose essence shot into the sky and defined my life Never shall I forget that laugh that showed my his superiority Never shall I forget those rebuked and scoffs that deprived for all eternity my desire to feel Never shall I forget those words that murdered my beliefs and my judgement and turned my dreams into ashes Never shall I forget that man's opinion of me Even were I condemned to know As much as god himself Never

Melony Jane Did sit on my lap And a melody of rain Did splash on my back As I sat in my chair As I pat on her hair I thought back to the time When i lacked and repined And we wished just for more Melony to rain I said ay I see much Much potential like eye And she said with a touch That did in the air fly In my room on my brain With a melody of Jane

Musical mayhem Ohh talk to the hand before you tell it to the judge And the judge says Their ain't no rest for the wicked when the blood is on the dance floor Now cage the elephant! This is a system of a down I tell you A system of a down! Panic at the disco!(says the judge as he smacks his mallet down and says) Take that All-American-reject away The police come and take him away And say You should have never got that icon for hire Your cell is three doors down The prisoner says This is my all time low The cop responds Well this will be a day to remember The prisoner thinks to himself Oh I'm just a fall-out boy trying to be

You schoolies down there walking I hear you squeak your talking You tell your teachers hey And than they tell you nay You must go do this bleh Than you exclaim with meh And they respond with eh And than with math go huh! Than teachers say it's duh You wait til clocks go tock And than your class goes rock So than you sit by Jack He look but you not back That kid is this they tell Your jumbles dark and pale You tell her she's this that She tells you she likes Matt What do you think of he When they think ought to be You say he a nerdo A geek a freak a turdo I think you are a flipflop Because you think of tit-tot Oh that te

He wasn't talkative because he was in the forest No, he couldn't have murdered them in that outfit He didn't do it He didn't look over the cliff down into the water He was busy reading a children's book there was no address in his mind that went down that road No, because he spelt the man's name correctly when writing it There was no heart there to begin with Only the bullet was there The bullet was his heart No, he's always been in a Christmas present under the tree And no ticks fell from the tree onto the present The presents temperature presented a good contrast in temperature with his skin There's never been a pine needle so

He sits down and thinks that the human race has screwed him over Or it could have been the spirit that has created him The abundant beautiful creations life has created pass incomprehended Why do they all seem the same With something inside him haunting him He's never felt connected to the world around him Days pass just like every other day With no significance He's already dead With every increase of positivity in his life It's too slim to matter It never lasts He doesn't want to analyze the differences in others anymore And his friends are like nothing at all He doesn't want to keep hearing their confused triflings Thinking t

What does your different empathy mean to me? When so many personalities exist All holding a value here or there When all of our thoughts are locked in time When many books and shows are available to watch When I may understand you in some way and not another When we all have goals and personalities in the spirit realm When we're all trying to be better than each other When my pencil holds a personality of its own When the important knowledge in society is lost When ideas mean something else through each individuals' perception When I connect greatly with people sometimes and sometimes only When one is not expanding in life when the

And the bad end of the spectrum of the happiness in people are up in arms Falling stars and shadows Saying, do you have any plans this weekend or the next in forever Walking in timid confidence Thinking, I'll believe in the potential of wide spaces Where no wasting of time can part is never And on forever I'll continue to revive the defiant epiphanies that grow on likeness to each other Leaking down a waterfall of streams down dirt trails into verdant forests Yes, the likeliness of happiness rather than sadness is a coming rush of impending happenings A lorry cruising down a bumpy dirt road Rebelling form the minor fallacies of other

A man perceiving a multitude of truth Dealing with many remnants of obscurity Knowing all the greatest ideas While also knowing that they are absent I'm a slew of various perceivers All so ready to believe that they are right He takes a drug to explode his possibilities of perception And searches for a lost voice of humanity in the collected volumes of unagreeing authors Singing of sensory trances in the darkness Holding a candle that dispels a motley light there Here a man lies absorbed in the reality and curiosity of potentialities of surprise In the totality of interconnected timelines of intermingling lives And your language no