Ben[Life]
The result of me being thrust into this world with a wandering mind.
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And we lay, we lay together just not
Too close, too close (How close is close enough?).
We lay, we lay together just not
Too close, too close.I just wanna break you down so badly,
Well I trip over everything you say.
I just wanna break you down so badly,
In the worst way.I’m gonna make damn sure that you can’t ever leave.
No, you won’t ever get too far from me,
You won’t ever get too far from me.Taking Back Sunday - MakeDamnSure -
We’re still singing of that secret chord
And toiling with the pen and sword,
But the fallen are the ones who find the tones.But still the ever solemn refrain,
The broken lamb in the pouring rain
Clinging to the hopes of
Hallelujah.Self-written verse to Hallelujah - Leonard Cohen -
B. Bock
Speaking in form, along some proper line.
Will continue to speak and think aligned,
For this thinking, pacing, creating mine,
For this over buried, constructed mind.
In the days that progress to follow suit,
There will be no decided reason why,
Why this fallen mind will off to compute;
And why these doctors will say with a sigh,
“Oxygen, Nitrogen, Hydrogen here,
Some carbon together to tie it off.”
What they won’t realize, no matter how clear,
Inside is a soul, driven too far away.
It quietly sits, under people’s perceptions.
Faintly waits for some careless catalyst,
To set off the dormant lain timer.
We’ll see if this mind is one to be missed.
And although we won’t understand,
This spirit is drifting devoid of hope.
Too far from the vessel of conceivable sanity.
No one will think twice to throw it a rope.
And now to be forever lost,
With no one to sit at control.
Dissipated out into this empty sky,
With nonsense ever spewing from this soundless soul.
Is ever the proverb mistaken,
Misinterpreted along other senses?
It’s never thought so until
New words were revealed to the touch.
Sent along from the mouth to be felt,
And down to the head to be smelt.
Never has it not discovered another.
Ever will it sit. In singularity.
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Landed in this place.
Tried to make this island more like home.
But there are some things,
Better left behind.We came here on a plane,
Just a bunch of little boys.
Oh oh oh..Dance around the fire,
And we strike him down.Never going home..
Not really.
We’ll take this island everywhere we go.We’ll burn the island down.
Kill the pig pig, kill the pig pig
Kill the pig pig.Dropped a boulder on his brain,
You can never take it back.
Oh oh oh..Gatsbys American Dream - Fable -
I wanna wake up on the day I found you.
I wanna wrap these shaky arms around you.
I wanna find a decent way to tell you
I need to spend some time alone.I wanna take this in the wrong direction.
I wanna say this to my own reflection.
I wanna find a decent way to tell you
I need to spend some time alone.“Right now”, it was the words that you were gunning for,
All I wanted was to let you know.
Just wait a second
And I’ll give you what you’re waiting for.
I’ll make a promise and refuse to show.
Things fall apart.Well, you said you wanted more,
But nobody wants to wait forever.
If you say it’s too late,
It’s not too late, it’s not too late, whoa.I wanna show you all the things I promised.
I wanna give away the things I won’t miss.
I wanna find a decent way to tell you
I need to spend some time alone.Farewell - War
