Foot in the door

Thu, 06/26/2014 - 20:27 -- Amitchy

Sitting in the lobby, staring at this mess on the floor, it's sloppy 

I see a mop, but no janitor.

I continue to stare, thoughts racing like Danica

I feel weird, something is shaking me to my core

I thought I closed that door.

An univited guest

One of the reasons I'm depressed

My last relationship, I thought we put this to rest?

Someone shut that door, she's got a gun, everyone hit the floor!

Why does my past always want revenge?

Why does it latch on like a hinge?

Sitting in the lobby, thinking will my past be my end

Used to be at war with my past, decided to make amends, the best decision was to be friends 'cause that repression army comes in tens.

Mental cleanse.

Now I got a piece of mind

This slice of happiness let's me know the future is mine.

Feeling amazing, I'm going to make it to the top

Ambition, drive, and hunger a triple threat you can't stop.

My vision paints a picture.

The only way to get rid of me is if I get shot.

 

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