Friday, 26 November 2004

Cryptic writings#21

All life is a mystery

All things come to he who waits

All things just a twist of fate

It's just a state of mind

All your time is not your own

It's real hard to find out why

It's real hard to say goodbye

To move on down the line

 

Both your eyes wide open

You see the shape I'm in

It wasn't of my choosing

It's only bones and skin

And I will plead no contest

If loving you's a crime

So go on and find me guilty

Just one more fucking time.

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