Stand still, go on, just block the path I won’t scream out, I’ll hide my wrath I’ll stay my ire, you’ll never know How far my stop valve wants to blow. You’re old it’s true, you need your breath You know? you came so close to death. A push, a shove you’re in the road…
Stand still, go on, just block the path
I won’t scream out, I’ll hide my wrath
I’ll stay my ire, you’ll never know
How far my stop valve wants to blow.
You’re old it’s true, you need your breath
You know? you came so close to death.
A push, a shove you’re in the road
My mirth will rise, my mind explode.
A stricken corpse on tarmac lays
You’re ignorant in many ways
But no, I’ll stop, excuse myself
And leave my anger on the shelf
Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.
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