Lights scattered along this tiny winding road come to life
While here in this small town all the minimal action dies
Craving something infinetly more
Than this stagnant place has in store
The adventures that I know are teeming
Outside this place of hopeless dreaming
Same old wasted losers scheming
Fantasies broken like the glass I throw at the wall
Where time is like the glittering fragments that fall
To the ground being ground underfoot
To be crushed into dust and mingled with the soot
Of past potential and wrong choices so consequential
That the elasticity of their effects holds you incorrect In check with the complex that creates your next mistake
As you fake your debate between right and wrong
Same old dance but you've forgotten the song
If any of you had known this could get so old so long
That everything you came here for would end up gone
That runnng away could become so bad
Would you have set your feet upon this path?
Maybe you just shouldn't have looked back
For now you have completly come off the track
Copyright 2004 BellaDonna
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