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| Topic: Just My Luck (Goodbye) | |
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I am but a man, time is distinct,
Logic be my bullet, and mind be the gun. My nine millimeter, chambered to a forty caliber. These thoughts, these dreams and nightmares. Sweaty and tense, I frequently go through this. Slip the slippers on for the nightly dinner of downers. Slide into sleep, another comatose dream to repeat. Sharpen the tips, I lay out my wrists, I left behind my ammo, I did not plan this. Twenty-twenty, your vision squares on me, focusing. Another sleepless night, another 'round-a-bout insomniac. Failure once again, I'm starting to get used to this. Slip the slippers on for the nightly dinner of downers. Slide into sleep, another comatose dream to repeat. Shame the dream is always the same. I think variety is the spice to life. You're not my armor, I really can't depend on another, My thinking slipped, I think I did too many downers. The numbers are off, I should have written it out. Another night beating myself up, another round is done. I should have given up, maybe I wouldn't be this ****ed. Slip the slippers on for the nightly dinner of downers. Slide into sleep, another comatose dream to repeat. Shame is still shame and pride nowhere in sight. I think the variety ****ed my life... ...Just my luck. |
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good title..liked the write.
teasingbrunette |
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Great write, lovey.
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I am but a man, time is distinct, Logic be my bullet, and mind be the gun. My nine millimeter, chambered to a forty caliber. These thoughts, these dreams and nightmares. Sweaty and tense, I frequently go through this. Slip the slippers on for the nightly dinner of downers. Slide into sleep, another comatose dream to repeat. Sharpen the tips, I lay out my wrists, I left behind my ammo, I did not plan this. Twenty-twenty, your vision squares on me, focusing. Another sleepless night, another 'round-a-bout insomniac. Failure once again, I'm starting to get used to this. Slip the slippers on for the nightly dinner of downers. Slide into sleep, another comatose dream to repeat. Shame the dream is always the same. I think variety is the spice to life. You're not my armor, I really can't depend on another, My thinking slipped, I think I did too many downers. The numbers are off, I should have written it out. Another night beating myself up, another round is done. I should have given up, maybe I wouldn't be this ****ed. Slip the slippers on for the nightly dinner of downers. Slide into sleep, another comatose dream to repeat. Shame is still shame and pride nowhere in sight. I think the variety ****ed my life... ...Just my luck. 
Nice write man...
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Wow. I really dig this.
"Slip the slippers on for the nightly dinner of downers. Slide into sleep, another comatose dream to repeat." Great work, once again. Really liked that one part especially and its repetition worked wonderfully. |
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Wow. I really dig this. "Slip the slippers on for the nightly dinner of downers. Slide into sleep, another comatose dream to repeat." Great work, once again. Really liked that one part especially and its repetition worked wonderfully. Thanks everyone for the compliments!
Cheers plastic, I'm better at writing lyrics and after that last write I had up I knew I wanted to at least use those two lines from it, although initially I wanted the two other lines that were mixed into the four line set from the original I ended up just going for those two. |
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gets across the despair of sleeplessness-nicely done
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wonder if the D.C. Sniper felt this way, your morbidness is quite catching....nicely done.
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Cheers, I love my morbid mind.
 
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Cheers, I love my morbid mind.
Don't we all....
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(((fear)))
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