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I Want Again

i just want
a break,
i just want
to be happy,
without faking it,
i'll say it
again and again,
this aside,
it's silent,
not heard,
not even by a friend.
i'm just a typical guy,
you know,
the one who knows
typical isn't enough,
i don't want
a drink,
or
a pill,
just a break
now
and
again.
instead of
tripping over my feet
again and again,
again and again.

Ocean City

I wish I could erase all the borders,
From here to California,
I forgot my lines once again,
But I still won't pretend,

And for these thoughts, I will defend,
As I write them down with my pen,
I get confused and talk to myself,
I still see my breath so I know I'm alive,

I spray the mist, and it makes me numb,
Away from Ocean City it's real,
Still I can't hear myself,
But I know that I'm alive,

I want to abandon these walls,
But you've stolen myself from me again,
If duality is a gift,
Then we are two and time is skewed,

If time is a gift,
Then we've been misled,
Society's not ahead,
And neither am I -- all by myself.

Wake Up

I wake up tired,
I wake up sick,
Actually, I never really wake up anymore;
I think I'll stay in bed today,

I'm reading letters from my former self,
Desperate to put those white pink yellow green demons on the shelf,
And I make an attempt, but they've got control,
If you don't watch out, it'll be your life they stole,

I wait for hours by the telephone,
I tried to call God but there was no one home,
Though some of you might not understand,
Not everyone needs to hold his hand,

I just want to wake up