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train

the line moves,
it's hand scratching the surface of gold.
red flashes,
a number changes.

time never waits;
quit your job and screw around,
just don't forget the train.

time doesn't heal.
you only think how you fucked up
when you're alone at the platform
while the winds mock you.

everything's still moving,
like clockwork,
time is following.

drop the umbrella
stand in the rain;
take out all you've got left
and reminisce.

think of what happened.
why what went wrong, did.
drop the blame
and let go of all that hate;
mistakes aren't useless,
failure's not always is for losers;
all the emotions and anger
do no good clouding your head...

don't worry,
fair weather is on the way.

let everything fall into place.
all the flashes.
all those voices.
free yourself and remember you did no wrong
because this game
doesn't give seats to blame.

when you're ready...
oh look! it's just right.
now let me pick up all the pieces,
they'll fall into place, i believe they will.
now if you excuse me,
i have a train to catch.

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you are patient,
you are kind,
you'll never leave our minds,
you can hurt in the behind.

you are tender,
you are strong,
you would make a good steak,
and could last forever.

you are pleasure,
you are pain,
you're about giving,
and not what we stand to gain.

you are honest,
you are trust,
truth here is a must,
stop thinking about all that lust.

you are beautiful,
you are sexy,
sometimes you're so petty,
nothing but messy.

you are nowhere,
you are everywhere,
people are always looking for you,
surprise them, that's what you always do.

you are everything,
you are nothing,
no one could ever find the right words for you;
i know it's not nice,
but your name will have to suffice,
so... what are you?