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• Artiste: subliminal cliche
• Titre: My Pedestrian Rash
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if i could return, to the days of far and long ago there are so many things i'd change given what i now know i'm a victim of looming consequences bruised upon my heart running like little jerry cruncher former dreams torn apart the undoubted cylical cause-effect carousel begins with hope, concludes with disappoinment so i lock away everything from here on out 'cause the rash of pedestrain has no ointment from all i can surmise, given what has been cliches are because they're true a fine line lies between illusion and depression what will push me over, or who? all i am is all i will become pleasant holding my expression in pages onto which i throw my deepest self and fall into recession am i what i could have been or less, or maybe more? for i, i took the road none travelled by i opened all the new doors close the doors, trap drop, don't come around your feelings aren't enough, feelings aren't enough don't complain because no one's listening oh well life's tough, oh well life's tough