For Me 

©2008 TRUspeak Independence

I listened as you told me nothing but your
story, and really I want nothing, but more....
Or we, must've assured, something, I'm sure...
the touch... of the pure, glory, was it the cure?
I wonder... if you're... for me?

Such a reward, whoring trust in the poor warnings
Rush to record, Maury wants to report, for me
distort the course, or we, divorce in a court
for me... was it the cure for me?
I wonder... if you're... for me?

If I saw you on the other side, I would wonder why,
I couldn't see you on the side where my comfort lies.
But the lullaby, it seems to sing the same tunes.
I see the things change too.
But the butterfly is such a kind of wonder I...
wonder why? But I have to admit it
you turned around like the perfect action, committed.
Your eyes like... so attractive, magnetic, and my type.
And that’s the question that I try to answer,
and that answer of yours, well it wasn't the norm...
it was like a truth you've never really wondered before...
its like a, you, but still nothing's explored
and yet it seems to be that nothing's ignored.
Hundreds of war stories, under the forced mournings
that flush to the source, surely nothing is poor purely
just if the courts bore me, trust in the chords forming
rushing for sure, for me... but was it the cure for me?

I listened as you told me nothing but your
story, and really I want nothing, but more....
Or we, must've assured, something, I'm sure...
the touch... of the pure, glory, was it the cure?
I wonder... if you're... for me?

Lovers retort, thrusting the sword, towards me
for what’s in 4th Story. And struggle to punish
and suffer at such a disgusting resort,.
Discussing the sort, but was it the cure for me?
I wonder... if you're... for me?

I can feel I'm taking the tiniest steps,
trying to find me a rest, crying for death,
but try to repress and find a direct,
knife to the chest, tried for investments
exchanging that left him with dangerous,
ties with pessimist agents, emphasis rangin'
wide from "exodus fakes" to extraterrestrial invasions,
lies of extra sensational efforts to change the
the Times, left in the cage to die...
Unless the afraid get plenty of blame
they'll march by, in our skies, an empty parade...
of guys who never became the Gods they meant to be safe, alive.
The seventies, eighties, nineties then the century
changed it, finally... the decades are racing by me
Think its not crazy, try me...
Simple and lazy minds we, we whimper in pain
we wither away, the, abyssmal decay scene
bi-lingual contained speech, nibbles away peace
seems we need a simpler way... free, of simple complaints
free of literal hate free of symbols that hate breeds
Simple and plain... see...

Summer, it's warm, morning sun is the cure for me,
Wake up, take a couple bong hits and gather the thoughts,
consider the dreams, sit and just breathe, and listen to me...
I'm picking some beats, finishing beats & "writtens", it seems
I'm just trying to get where I shifted to a different me
I realize I'm evolving similarly
a slightly swifter degree, just like the fish in the sea
I'm swimming to freedom, seeking that different piece of
me, wishing for she... to come swimming with me
cause, I know the instant I need
So I lift to the rifts of the dream, rip at the seams
break through the vicious regimes, limits and fees
break through the wicked deceits, stay true
Pay dues, may you come sit in the trees, with me...

I listened as you told me nothing but your
story, and really I want nothing, but more....
Or we, must've assured, something, I'm sure...
the touch... of the pure, glory, was it the cure?
I wonder... if you're... for me?

Such a reward, whoring trust in the poor warnings
Rush to record, Maury wants to report, for me
distort the course, or we, divorce in a court
for me... was it the cure for me?
I wonder... if you're... for me?

Hundreds of war stories, under the forced mourning(s)
that flush to the source, surely nothing is poor, purely
just if the courts bore me, trust in the chords forming
rush for the shore, for me... was it the cure for me?

Lovers retort, thrusting the sword, towards me
for what’s in 4th Story. And struggle to punish
and suffer at such a disgusting resort,
Discussing the sort, but was it the cure, for me?
I wonder... if you're... for me?

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