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| An attempt at life Something it has to offer Meaning in the shallow crevis Where you hide your secrets Nothing you acknowledge Nothing but your life Is it everything or nothing Is it the pain in the pit of your gut Or the bitter sweet sound of it crashing down And the strength to build it up The smile on a devious grin The drugs in your back pocket Mistakes made up of scratches Mistakes made up of chance The contradiction is the question The answer far too deep Human concepts of why we breathe As scientists make up the matter A higher power made of money A lower power made of truth The hand that soothes your back The sex that soothes the touch Overwelming overpowerment One time after too much The looking glass foretells Something you cannot see Shallow inner comfort The kind that makes you cry The babies you continue to ruin With each of your hidden cuts The pains you know nothing of The pain that feels to much Tears drip down like acid rain I turn them into rose petals |