7.28.2012



Summer time.








Once divided...nothing left to subtract...Some word’s when spoken...Can’t be taken back...Walk’s on his own...with thoughts he can’t help thinking...Futures above...but in the past he’s slow and sinking...Caught a bolt a lightning...cursed the day he let it go...Nothingman...Isn’t it something? Nothingman...She once believed...in every story he had to tell...One day she stiffened...took the other side...Empty stares...from each corner of a shared prison cell...One just escapes...ones left inside the well...And he who forgets...will be destined to remember...Nothingman...Isn’t it something? Nothingman...Oh, she don’t want him...after he’s flown away...Oh, into the sun...ah, into the sun...Burn...burn...Nothingman...Isn’t it something? Nothingman...Could a been something...Nothingman.






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