I listen before I speak out
those things protective and maybe rebellious
but those lyrics are choked through loneliness
the panic button for my honest feelings halted
a default smile is required
maybe the joke's on me
I am the commonality
maybe I'm the devil
and the devil wears caution
How the yellow gets brighter with age
makes it easier to decline
without those strangled lyrics
my default smile
Sunday, May 24, 2009
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