When I'm Gone
By caf
Everything will be better,when I'm gone i thinkI'll get outta this place before it drives me to drinkSometimes i get urges, to flee this spaceRun and keep running until i loose this tasteIt's awful it's gross i just wanna goTo where and why i can tell i don't knowIt's nothing I'm running from that's scaring me awayBut I'm tired of the same shit day after daySteal a car and rob a banki don't need the moneybut the gas for the tankCause i'm not stoping, never slowing downTill i get the fuck outta this depressing shit-townWhere am i going..who the hell caresi'm just gonna leave, If i have to travel with the fairsI'd be carny, and i'd control my own gameI'd never let anyone win, so they'd feel the sameCause i haven't struck my target,to get that prize beari'm loosing all gamesnow i don't even careMaybe i'll go out west, smoke some pot and sell herbsScrew the car and bank i can put a thumb up, wait on curbstill a large trucker stops, with a huge rig behindI'll go anywhere but here, before i loose my mindEverything will be better,when i'm goneI wrote this last night or early this morning, but it was not from my thoughts now.. i was thinking of leaving a few years ago. and ty con._killing_time, i know i can talk to you about this stuff.. but don't worry :o) Written October 28th, 2001 © on Oct 28 2001 11:22 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Everything will be better,when I'm gone i thinkI'll get outta this place before it drives me to drinkSometimes i get urges, to flee this spaceRun and keep running until i loose this tasteIt's awful it's gross i just wanna goTo where and why i can tell i don't knowIt's nothing I'm running from that's scaring me awayBut I'm tired of the same shit day after daySteal a car and rob a banki don't need the moneybut the gas for the tankCause i'm not stoping, never slowing downTill i get the fuck outta this depressing shit-townWhere am i going..who the hell caresi'm just gonna leave, If i have to travel with the fairsI'd be carny, and i'd control my own gameI'd never let anyone win, so they'd feel the sameCause i haven't struck my target,to get that prize beari'm loosing all gamesnow i don't even careMaybe i'll go out west, smoke some pot and sell herbsScrew the car and bank i can put a thumb up, wait on curbstill a large trucker stops, with a huge rig behindI'll go anywhere but here, before i loose my mindEverything will be better,when i'm goneI wrote this last night or early this morning, but it was not from my thoughts now.. i was thinking of leaving a few years ago. and ty con._killing_time, i know i can talk to you about this stuff.. but don't worry :o)..."