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melancholy three cars ,green grass and trees swaying to the breeze..
is what the hazy headed boy living in his cubicle seees.
his fave band trying to pull him through the day,
but sometimes even oasis cant find the right words to say..
a pack of smokes and a phone that doesnt seem to ring any more..
his head is numb and his heart seems sore..
as the world is busy laughing outside,
he knows its time for him to confide..
not again the lil voice in his head mutters,
but louder is the silence of the heart in tatters..
Anonymous
September 17 2006, 08:07:59 UTC 5 years ago