Snapshot reality, picture perfect quality
Something's not right here yet remains to be seen.
Figurative words slung by an idealist's babbling
Lodged in the heart with point-blank accuracy.
Taken by fallacy, my mind moving aimlessly,
Caught in a storm of wits and morality.
Tired of society and all of it's formality,
Tired of a life that's not even mine.
So I think I'll give in and take the time,
I think I'll quit leading and just live the life.
Maybe break away, and not regret it...
Calm the struggle, and ease my mind.

Everywhere I look there's some sort of thief
Stealing your soul through words left untold.
Ever so silent the violence that holds you,
Till the cup runneth over and it finally kills you.
Touch it and hold it, now you can feel it
Gone once again before you could even see it
Life's here and time passes before you ever notice
And then it's all over before you ever know it.
A tear falls silently and breaks on the floor;
A soul cries softly always begging for more..
Ideals become nothing more than a fading dream
Left at the threshold of another closed door.

So I think I'll give in and take the time,
I think I'll quit leading and just live the life.
I'll break away, and not regret it...
Calm the struggle, and ease my mind.

_expect changes. lose yourself. death is a given. so don't give in._

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