I got a note book
And I got it for free
So I scribe few things
But later I couldn’t read
I asked my friend
A good friend of mine
To read the things I wrote
Hoping he will read it for me.
Next day he came
Asking “how do you do?”
I said “fairly good.”
Feel free to be rude
He took out his gun
Pointing at me
And said” you are where I want to be”
Shot me twice and I was dead.
He thought it was fun
So didn’t bothered to run
He kept the note book
Till he was shot dead
For the free copy of the note book.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
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And it will continue something like this...
I found a blood smeared note book
Lying by the streets
I tried picking it up
But it spoke to me
I am the lost dreams
The hidden visions
Of one who is no
Longer me
Pick me up
Pick me up
And the truth
You can read
I turned around
I looked the other side
I ran and ran
And then some beside
Give me lies
Give me hope
Give me anything
But the truth... no no no...
Wow...
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