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The Immortal Wize

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I’m dying to live in this jar with no lid

Waiting for the dust to settle in the bevel

Trying to live my life right because fires too hot

For dancing with the devil across a checkered floor

Living right doing wrong Giving up is not an option

Trying to think through all the interruption

I see all those who I use to know and love

Down here not up above I see ghost

Uninspired my inkwell is dry still I try

Uninspired I want to cry but never try  

Like a waterfall is dry a block of stone

Cloudy skies like the sun is gone

I’ll go back to bed if it doesn’t shine

Feels like a heavy ton is on my mind

I want to write a letter to my blues

In a mist of tumble weeds in a lonely breeze

I just got up off my knees hoping God hears me

You keep showing up in my life every time I have to die

To live another life to fly and run again

You keep bringing me bad news turning off the lights

I don’t miss you when you gone I wish you would stay away

I didn’t invite you to my home when you come you want to stay

You always bring me down Chocolate mud puddles on the ground

 All of Gods crayons are brown the streets I walk are red

Like a blood streaming I have to die to live it’s so hard to forgive

I want to see my dreams not the ones that make me scream

My inner child thinks I’m mean I’m going crazy it seems

Busting out of the seems Like the Hawk I’m turning green

Too much age for all this rage November smell the sage

End of chapter turn the page I’m still sitting at the table

Staring at the empty chairs seeing who use to be there

I want to go where they've have been but I’m too much in love with sin

I’ll just sit here dying to live chasing the blues away

In the santa anna wind blowing through the open window

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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