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quid & tombombgrenade - missing piece كلمات الأغنية

yet another social gathering: he’s quiet in the corner
but it’s only ’cause his mind is racing; silence aids the horror
of the matter at hand. he’s got a plan but he can’t
seem to put it into motion, so he sighs and resorts to
stay absorbing his surroundings, drowning idly of boredom
can’t relate to anyone’s story. sure he’d try, but at his core
he knows he’s born for something more than forcing smiles with contortions
of his facial features. take a breather. time is so obscure
and remains like that. caught within a time lapse; find that
line between truе life and dream and try to keep inside that
at all timеs. forget opinions, grin and get a grip;
persistence wins the race. everything’s in place and sequence
sidetracks aside, passing by, as he laughs, finding life’s hand
to grasp and pull him out the sh_ll in which he’d dwell inside and
for years remain in hiding. finally it’s time; grabs
that piece which he’s been missing all his life, in time decides that

times change. why wait? a brand new set of mind games
are right around the corner, hiding in the flora
with their sights aimed tight. ain’t right to assume an end
essentially it now is allowing anew the room to let
times change. why wait? a brand new set of mind games
are soon to be revealed from where they’ve been concealed
with a bright flame, light came; might soon accumulate
to bettering surroundings amounting to who is who…
she’d take seven steps, freeze, and then crawl in her mind
back inside herself/self_esteem was as small as her pride
her eyes wide, though averted from the world she was so nervous
to see; yearned to be free of this infirmity. pleas
to cease her freeze_ups or just ease up were a permanent deed;
an everyday occurrence nurturing this burden and she
to a certain degree, understood the what that could be; once she
shook this stubborn nook and reinserted her feet
into the ground. found a reason to keep assertive with these
internal urges, and a persistence to turn a new leaf
determined to deter the circus besmirching her inner peace
one day she could no longer take the burning so deep
she found the strength to make her eighth step, then ninth, and her tenth
and walk that line between true life and dream with pride and a sense
of conquering what honestly she had been fighting for a lifespan
that missing piece finally found; now aligned, and

times change. why wait? a brand new set of mind games
are right around the corner, hiding in the flora
with their sights aimed tight. ain’t right to assume an end
essentially it now is allowing anew the room to let
times change. why wait? a brand new set of mind games
are soon to be revealed from where they’ve been concealed
with a bright flame, light came; might soon accumulate
to bettering surroundings amounting to who is who…
they say the human race is doomed to face an ongoing pursuit of hate
polluting faith in others while smothering us in huge debates
loosely based on truths we take out of context but use to bait
a few into a slew of slaves. cue the music. who relates?
crew up. do what doers say: follow suit, don’t choose, obey
dispute does not communicate or compute with such ruthless snakes
impunity imbued, abuse infused with an amus_m_nt sways
opinions with decisions which limit our room to ruminate
and think for ourselves, contemplate, and make decisions develop
without the subconscious subliminal help
of someone else’s ideas. we need to seek our own reasons
and stay true those while using hope to move onto inducing growth
and uncover that line between true life and dream that seems to be
close but unattainable; this time, i say let’s take a hold
and stay within its limits but finish after we find that
piece which we’ve been missing this entire time inside, catch time

- quid tombombgrenade

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