Saturday, April 24, 2010

Thirty one-lyrics


Punctured flashbacks. A cruel moment in time. Paralized reactions. No satisfaction. Panic Attack. Maybe you didn't notice. But I want to live. I think it's the anti depressents, so I don't take them. I roll a joint. Put on my favorite record. Mellow out. Take a look back in depth and figure it out.


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