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I believe it's been precisely planned The day the world will end We'll all be vacationing holding hands Lullabies sung by a steel drum band And by then I'll have figured out Why all I ever did was shake my fist For no one to see when I read Of a million dead so now what's left Just a prodigal catastrophe And if I sound bitter, please excuse me But it's hard for the plants to imagine Telling the forest to see itself through the trees Can some one please hand me a clue I've exhausted my ammunition I've got so much left to do But I seem to be lacking direction Dry erase our history So it's easily wiped away Effervescent in its simplicity How conveniently I forget How I wish to be a boy again Letras de cancionesOr to recreate the boy within Someone who resembles, someone I use to know But my inks soaked through my journal The blood of my youth has all but escaped Leaving in its wake tired poems Grab what's to take and get going Just a prodigal catastrophe And if I sound bitter, please excuse me But it's hard for the ant to imagine Telling the forest to see its self through the trees Can you excuse me please? From Letras Mania