ambiguity
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We see
We hear
We know more about this
Than we need to
It’s as old as time
Black or white
Red or Blue
Left or right
Right or wrong
Good or evil
Truth or Lie
I feel like I'm giving it all I've got
I feel like I'm giving nothing at all
Others give so much more
Under worse circumstances
Maybe my soul is just smaller
And I don't have as much to give
They want to understand me.
They want to know how I work.
They want to cut me open and see my gears
Turning and turning.
They want me to tell all my secrets,
Tell my every thought,
Jazz bar
Ten to midnight
Love Jones furniture
Starlit evening
with smooth jazz
and a cocktail
scented air we can both enjoy
with our festive drinks. We'll be
sitting at the booths
A freedom without freedom, a choice of abuse
We give away our lives with every password put to use
Theres little gain but everything to lose
We give up being anonymous
And hope we're not jused used
The angel of death is so very wise,
because the angel of death
has taken so many lives.
So many husbands,
so many wives.
To death do us part
but the love stays alive.
my room is crowded with feelings,
and all i feel is alone.
my family and friends, they just pretend
that this house was ever a home
my mother, she really does love me.
she's the one who tends to my wounds.
The moment of silence lasted till noon
We all agreed that he was taken too soon
Some call it a tragedy
But our lives are not Shakespeare
And Death is no Bard
So what sense can you give me?
I am scared and alone
I wonder what death feels like
I hear snickers and whispering at all times
I see hatrd in the mirror
I want to be numb
I am scared and alone
I pretend that I am happy
