You only get ninety-nine

Incapable of feeling any sympathy/
You are only an action of throwing away talent/
Don’t have time to learn what’s wrong with me with you/
When you’re so co-dependent to the attempts/
Your bent passive aggressive way of venting is only prevent/
Seems like nothing can make me cry/
And it’s such a shame to want to die/
Because you know how hard I’ve tried/
I’m coming over but it won’t matter/
It never was enough to ease the pain/
A lonely depression that erases everyone in it’s path/
Show me your subtle emphasis on everything I have missed//

Written by Baz
07 June 2009

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About ReflectionistBaz

I love to draw, paint, and make music. I hate people who talk to much, and never listen. And people who are too consumed with themselves to take the time to find out how you are doing. Ignorant people who cannot take their heads out of their asses if their lives depended on it.I am a little left of center, but that’s fine with me. I don’t need to be like everyone else. I generally keep to myself. I love music, art, the occult, supernatural, weird and unique objects, talking to friends, painting, drawing, reading, gaming…

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