i don't know what i is, although i assume it's some sort of a poem. you'd be a genious if you could make sense of it.


we all long for a beautiful simplicity

'cause all the wise words have already been said

as I sit here trying to pick the right ones for me

my memories are torn and the truth has bled

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give me the beautiful simplicity

that everyone wants but it's

hid so cleverly

just give it to me, i'm so tired of fightin'

i'm tripping over my feet as i'm frantically runnin'

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diamonds, they sparkle so bright like the tears

that commit suicide on my faded white pillow

and the wonderful things, they seemed oh-so near,

how was i to know that the stop sign told me to go?

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give me the beautiful simplicity

that god alone knows how much i really need

but why would you even do it for me?

just give it to me, i'm so tired of cryin'

and then she told me "i can't leave the light on"

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i feel like the postcard in the bottom drawer

something that's old and worn out but was once

a glory to look out, now is only considered

a memory, something for forgetting

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just give me the beautiful simplicity

and maybe we can join in our hunt to be free

of this flashing, full world that never takes heed

of the simply beautiful.