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Date Posted: 14:32:00 09/20/05 Tue
Author: HYPER
Subject: jus a chance fo me to vent...

aight dis is sum deep shit ive got on ma chest and jus need to get it out and i find it through writin lyrics jus gives me to vent and get all tha shit out ight jus take yo tyme to read dis and feedbac would b gud if u got n e fing to say so jus give me yo tyme and i'll give u mine aight dere it is...........regards -HYPER-



The past is so haunting in its simplicity,
If I were to die tonight, would you all miss me,
Kiss me, kick me, spit on me wish me,
Death and suffering or would offer tender hugging,
Or would you deny me, slowly shrugging, will walkin away,
That's the kinda hell I face each and every day,
In each and every way, from each and every face,
Walkin alone in a lonely place, wish i could face the day,
Without wishin I was erased, and replaced, wit a new face,
In a new place, wit a new fate, I just may,
Misplace my self into my own personal hell,
And dwell on the fact that I can't tell,
If I was made for heaven or destined to hell,
oh hell, I feel like I'm trapped in a well,
OR a cell, wit no way to tell if there's an escape,
Cruel hands of fate dealt all the while my way,
So now I sit here and pray, that I may find an escape...

Why does life seem to play these cruel little games,
Each person the same always tryin to pry at my brain,
Until I just go insane, and it's always the same,
I guess it's true what they say... life is all just a game...
And I dont know how to play...

The past was a blast while it lasted but now the fact,
Is my glasses have been put on at last and I can see the path, its,
glassish, like it could shatter, tear or tatter, at any moment,
into negative matter and leave me nowhere, left to myself,
Just my luck, fuck it, oh well, i can deal with this so just tell,
Everyone to step off me and quell all the watchin,
It's like I was just toddling, I'm not so stop bothering,
I'm just tired of following, so I'm blazin my own trail,
But I just feel oh so frail, like a dog, steady chasin my tail,
And it never fails that I always fail and to no avail,
I try to avail, and fall flat on my face,
just disgraced and ashamed that I've been cursed with this name,
That I didnt want me to have,
But now that's the past so I gotta look past and keep my heart on it's task,
Of getting back in the pack and run it back to the track,
Backwards or forwards it dont matter in fact, all that matters is the track,
And as long as I've got that I've got my solace back...
HOOK::
Manifesting in my chest is this, cardiac arrest,
And i can't best it or test it without choking or sweating,
And I'm betting that none of yall would be guessing,
That I'm infested, yes I'm infected and there's no detecting,
No second guessing I been wrestling wit it for so many years,
So many fights, so many fears so many tears,
But maybe this year I can clear it and sear it,
Off my flesh and off my chest like a growth and just rest,
With the fact that it's gone no longer can I be strong,
I gotta get it out somehow, whether through spoken word or in song,
Cuz I'm slowly tickin like a patient time bomb,
But I look oh so calm, like readin Psalms but in reality,
I'm fightin a battle like rockets and gravity,
And I can't tackle these, dreams and nightmares haunting me,
Holding me and pushing and pulling me to the nth degree,
Until I can't stand on my own two feet....

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