| Someone please draw a line between these visions and the realityMatt Haugen: Untitled
Someone please draw a line between these visions and the reality
Of what it is to really live life, and to live it all for something much more
Then we could've ever dreamed, then we could've ever imagined
This world is killing our thoughts and these television sets are poison
But still we take the pill, without enough dignity to even drink the water
"We have the medicine, the cure, we promise you'll be safe once again
Thinking they really have what it takes, thinking they could save you
Yet they still have knives in there backs, not knowing there losing blood
It could be a shame, when they realize everything they thought they cured
Was just a mirror image of themselves and theres nothing left for them
When you've wasted time trying to understand what we never will
And the time for an end will approach and all you've done will be in vein
It'll be to late to change our mistakes and to re-live what we dreamed
Don't try to understand the mysteries of life or read between the lines
The truth doesn't lie in the books we've read or in our dreams we have
And we could never comprehend it but through faith and hope alone
Because we know, life is not vein, and death is not a promise to us
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| August burns red: To late for roses
Some kind of friction has scarred me, but created your new style.
My reasons to endure used to be based around who you were,
and your brilliant passion that could blaze right in front of a perfect stranger.
This is my downfall - my blemish, I've been told before.
Quit holding on to what she was.
She doesn't recognize you or herself anymore.
She's stuck in the process of embracing what crumbles,
and when it happens there will be no apologies.
She chose to collapse what held her,
and if not cautious there may never be a cradle to soften her descent, like clouds.
New shapes are taken, but they're not always actual, they're never tangible.
It's so brutal to see someone give it all up for nothing,
and having no power to stop them.
....yeah
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| Lost but never forgotten
By: Matt Haugen
Its a night such as this when the stars will light my path
And I stumble across these somewhat empty halls
Browsing all the pictures that hang across the wall
These frames filled with unreasonable memories
Unbeleivable times of our happiness
Thats kept inside our hollow chests
I don't think I'll ever recall smiling more in a season
I know it could it never be the same
We've only got ourselves to blame
Some nights I can still feel the choking of my laughter
Of stayin up late and singin songs
How could we ever go wrong?
The dares and the risks were always worth the taking
We knew that our hearts would never die
Not even if we were falling from the sky
Since when did the loss of soberness ever matter
And what were we ever garunteed?
Friends for life and or let us bleed
To this day the promise still split like we split
We all carry a peice of what we knew
The sun was bright and skies were blue
Could this be where we planned on ending up?
Well if it is then I'll never forget
What was lost and where we met
Anyone who read this that has probably shared some of the best times with me will know what this means
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| there could be no better way to start the new year |
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