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Friday, April 21, 2006

Until I'm Ready To Die......

You know I've heard that it's said there's a beauty in distortion
By some people who're still tryin' to find their proportion
And they say that there's no humor or joke in contortion
And so, I wonder if they'll laugh when I am dead

Why am I fighting to live
If I'm just living to fight
Why am I trying to see
If there ain't nothing in sight
Why am I trying to give
When no one gives me a try
Why am I dying to live
If I'm just living to die

You know some people say that values are subjective
But they're just speaking thrash from their perspective
Or from that someone else who has been prospective
And so they live and fight to kill with no objective
Sometimes it's hard to tell if they're just protective

I used to weave in diffusion
Words deceived into confusion
And so I hope you'll understand me
When I'm through, about my conclusion
I used to live my life as an illusion
But hopefully reality will make my dream an extrusion

So I'll keep fighting to live
Till there's no reason to fight
And I'll keep trying to see
Until the end is in sight
You know I'm trying to give
So come on, give me a try
You know I'm dying to live
Until I'm ready to die......

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