Saturday, September 20, 2008

what's up movement?
i can't control and i can't confess my fear
don't, don't,
everybody has a reason
you cut me off too young
messed up, am i moving?
i can control, but i can't predict my years

certain tragedy when we started off
lessons that i'm learning, i have the world suspended in my hands

with progress we forget
and it's such a sudden tragedy

hey
wishin', listen
look out for me slippin'
i'm switchin' on a steady course

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