Without thirty-four

infinite boredom begins to set
i wish i were anywhere and everywhere,
yet i find myself being nowhere
and feel as if i�ll be waiting for you forever.
i�m miles from anything, trying hard to breath,
but the air is took thick and slowly but surely
the beautiful will more than likely control me
like a paper doll in a puppet show

even after i die i can see myself on a clear day.
i have to admit sometimes i miss you,
but i hate myself for you, because i see you in my dreamz...
screaming at me. and i feel forever damaged,
because only i can see the sonncheyenne.

i could spend a lifetime wanting you to love me more,
but even though i�m looking through patient eyes
i hope you can stay away from me,
because i�ve got so much faith in you
yet even through the most difficult trying timez
i feel you�ll never understand why God loves you.

i can go so on and so on talking about nothing,
but if i wuz you, i�d die without you,
for when midnight sighs and when its raining cats and dogs,
my superstition leaves my love for you broken.

So this infinite boredom leaves me Untitled.