out here i can barely see my breath
surrounded by jealousy and death
i can't be reached only had one call
dragged underneath separate from you all
this time i've lost my own return
in spite of everything i've learned
i hid my tracks, spit out all my air
slipped into cracks stripped of all my cares
i'm so tired sheep are counting me
no more struggle no more energy
no more patient and you can write that down
it's all too crazy and i'm not sticking round
yesterday was such a good day
even tho
time goes fast
fast to change our everything
thats the life
los angeles times : here
glen e friedman : http://idealistpropaganda.blogspot.com/
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