
when i sit to write a line is when i feel at home
instead of staring future ruins
awaiting death to come
if i sit with you in mind the line will draw a rose
and try to turn you into a beauty
time cannot decompose
if i sit with you in mind
i've got a keyboard shinning
i have the swirl from all the pearls
that come out when you're smiling
and if you look at all this inc
maybe you will think
that it's ok
but all the words
what they create
it doesn't matter
just a game
i could take it to the sky
i could be silly
hey, hey, hey
i could write:
"my name is billy"
i could spread it every way
all these puzzles are so simple
i can do this everyday
but if i wasn't oh-so-stupid
if i had more than words to say
guess only then i could be screaming
your true
deepest
name
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