People drown me out sometimes, but I love them
And I'm inevitably selfish in how I think, my emotions, and how my imagination carries me
Holding onto moments from the past, even after they've long passed
Love is what I long for and I've found it, but is it only momentary?
My life is one, I feel, begging explanation
But, you know, what if, what if I don't want to spend my life explaining shit to people?
The misunderstandings are what I don't get and they make me offend myself
She's out there, but I'm leaving her here to go be with him
I'm a writer, in my realm of things, so I'm bound to be not understood
This is what neded acquirement and it's okay...
Just getting there is everything and now it's lost into oblivion
Rising above, transcending this mess, flying by a statue of consciousness
There was a man and I'm talking about... oh, I've done introduced him enough
He was talking about my wonderful and beautiful tangents
And I've been where he is now
But I don't like seeing it in front of me this way; I hope he comes out
Drifting away from talking about myself
The current runs rapid here and it's a childish realization to read, retreating from the romantic moonlight
While just the beginnings of a storm are coming about
So I've got to tear myself away, violently albeit; that was of an embarrassing consistency - a horrible persistence - and, I guess, this is goodbye...
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