(or perhaps the next),
where every idea that we have,
even the silliest, stupidest idea that we have,
the ones that come and go;
they are in a room somewhere, labeled and filed.
I'm pretty sure we have our own boxes full of it,
and when we share them, the idea gets bigger and it gets build upon.
Pretty much like a blank canvas,
and it's pretty much up to us whether we paint it black
Or a rainbow.
A masterpiece or an eyesore.
Sometimes, we lie awake in somebody else's dream.
Forever alone, never loved.
The knife that you stabbed in my back, twisted and evil.
Sometimes the old crusade wound acts up,
but know that.
I will avenge my ghost with every breathe I take.
The ideas room isn't safe,
sometimes you get rob, sometimes they burn, sometimes they die.
There's a place for lost ideas;
I'm still looking for it along with the guidebook to life.
I believe in karma
and obsess with the idea of revenge,
and maybe you too.
somebody, push me back.
I've gone too far off the curve.
kevyna is the bestest♥. PHOTOBOOTH togetherrr!
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