Spoken open like truths but truth's always closed doors like jim morrison needing to break through
Hopeless smoking habits be as Bruce Willis, they die hard
Fearless tearless zealous trekking through wilderness
searching and finding no answers but questions still, filling the void
a black pit of hate hating on everything everyone's doing growing rage like pot plants so I smoke em
realizing revelations people make mistakes take the road less traveled
find the things we cling to pointless or arbitrary no territory gained but more knowledge found
out the door with old morals bring the new ones in found within
See I was raised to think that things change, but less of one that is another
Live my life by family and friends we got eachother, I know my brother
Starting to get his life cut out for him he's graduating
learning to accept new rules and regulations leaning towards either or
I'll follow his advice when it rings true but truth's always closed
So what I'm saying is ******** the past and ******** what I know
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