Ok to disconnect.
All quiet on the forefront
Without the safety net.
Sleep away the minutes,
Need a little more;
Nothing going on
Behind this wooden white door.
Just a child in the womb
Curled and awaiting the day
They can burst out of the gloom
And throw aside dismay.
What is there to do?
Everything and nothing more;
Pass the time on your back,
Such a bore.
Hold on to that feeling,
It’s all yours to hide
While you slowly pass away inside.
Where is your life going;
Does it always have to hurt?
There’s no consolation knowing
Who you’ll throw in the dirt
To reach your fantasy before you watch it turn black
And wish that you could take it back.


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