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Title: Existing Hiding
Artist: JBird
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some of the greatest reasons come without speaking memorizing what happend the
consquences leads without reasoning with the correctness of perfections now
you will understand how it goes there is no right or wrong way to understand
each day living life seamingless can we make promises without even listening
to the questions that exist hiding underneath our own minds left to blame under
the lines of time sacrificing the ones we know left to our own death bed we
survive meeting our own test of time regenerating vengance regreting everything
not enough memory to grow on always betrayed by our own reality catching apon
the memories of dreams that never existed whats left to believe in too many
lies to lay apon understanding the truth that lays within the time of reality
hiding and hidden from the best things are the end of my own reality left alone
dancing my own blood layed apon my chest i live across my own tormentation left
to die alone inside my own twisted memories of time not strong enough to change
my own memories cant find the exploits in time stuck in this tormentation of
life is there anything left unchanged life isnt suppose to be this where am i
these pleasures never found lost within time never to be found untouched like
a tormented hidden memory waiting to be uncovered as i awake to my own dream of
lies that destroyed my own faith telling me that i am a ok yet i am nowhere
failed my own dutys of who i am to be f**ked up reality and path just to be
the plans of life doesnt exist my own f**kin conscious betrayed me no more...
happyness left for me feeling empty hating this path i crafted within my own
lifetime no more speaking of this no more f**kin hating me no more hating me
no more evil endings is this a small request all my emotions seems like nothing
hating everything that i done hating every good thing ending up bad in later
lifetime treating myself as my own prisoner in my own reality