Shots

On one hand there’s nothing on my mind
Whatever it could mean
I look for something I will never find
And try to recognize the face I’ve never seen

And on the other hand there is a countless number of my thoughts
Creates a conundrum in which some wisdom I can’t even understand
Sometimes it kills me, and I die like does the silence from the sound of the shots
...This moment makes me feel like midnight moonlight is my closest friend...

05/2005


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