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    Bottled Up Poems
    Bottled Up Poems
    Bottled Up Poems
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    Bottled Up Poems

    By TJ Weeks

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    About this ebook

    Book of old lyrics from TJ Weeks that was never used in any of his bands. Instead of letting them go to waste, I deliver them to you. Make sure to review, as all reviews help build the author.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTJ Weeks
    Release dateMay 23, 2017
    ISBN9781386615040
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      Bottled Up Poems - TJ Weeks

      Bottled Up

      Poems

      By: TJ Weeks

      I Want

      ––––––––

      Sitting around thinking of how to spend my day

      Lots of things come into play

      But this is how I figured up my day

      I want to play in the rain

      I want to take my kids to play

      I want to climb a mountain & sing

      I want to do everything

      I’m not getting any younger

      I am a son, I am a father

      The greatest day sitting with my daughter

      I want to go camping

      Break out the tent

      Break out the fire

      Stare at the stars

      Be filled with laughter

      Left with no worries

      The older I get, the more I have to leave behind

      Open my eyes

      Cause that’s life

      But until my dying day

      I want to play in the rain

      I want to take my kids to play

      I want to climb a mountain & sing

      I want to do everything

      I love you my babies

      I want you to have everything

      On my dying day you can smile & say

      We played in the rain

      Lived our life & played

      We climbed that mountain high to sing

      We did everything

      Babies I loved you with everything

      Settling the Noose

      ––––––––

      I’ve been staring down this endless road

      As I feel the noose settle in

      The discomfort of my life’s choices

      Memories of a deserted wasteland

      But have always led in with the best

      intentions

      One more day

      Fighting off

      The bleeding heart

      Over flowing thoughts

      Spilling my guts

      But I

      Will not

      Stand by

      As you pillage through another victim

      You

      Cannot

      Keep hiding through this

      Only to

      Bottle up all this

      Rage

      (Disgusted on the inside

      Living in this deserted wasteland)

      Ground shaking

      You’re hopeless

      But I

      Will not

      Stand by

      As you pillage through another victim

      Maybe it’s time to change

      This prediction

      Leading in with the best intentions

      One more day

      Fighting off

      (Never again)

      The bleeding heart

      Over flowing thoughts

      (Of a deserted wasteland)

      Spilling my guts

      But I

      (I)

      Will not

      (Will not)

      Stand by

      This deserted wasteland

      Your empty thoughts

      The nothingness that you hold behind those eyes

      I say as I catch my freedom

      No longer the victim

      Cause I

      Leave out with the best intentions

      Goodbye

      Chained Life

      I scream as I feel the chains bite on my life

      Another victim fallen under the knife

      Picking at everything I ever try

      Nothing I could say as you threw it all away

      Short leash I’ve been left with

      A bleeding heart

      Nothing I could describe

      It never feels like it’s going to be over

      As you take me layer by layer

      Steady drips as these chains tear away

      If I gave the chance would you have

      anything to say

      Or just tear me apart just for knowing,

      Always looking over my shoulder

      Cause it’s never enough

      It’s never enough

      You can sign off on this sleepless night

      Tossing & turning a constant rattle of

      the chain

      As you never looked back

      Speechless, nothing to say

      Does it ever seem like I’ve taken enough beatings

      The doormat under your feet

      As you threw it all away

      It’s never enough

      So come on & let’s throw it all away

      Now I can live my life sober

      No more looking over my shoulder

      Released of the chains

      As we threw it all away

      Goodbye Daddy’s Eyes

      There’s not much left inside of me

      The memories have taken over

      I took my biggest swing

      I strike out leaving misery

      Feeling the shattered glass

      surrounding me

      Catching your reflection from our

      babies eyes

      As I held on so tight

      You say goodbye

      Walked away taking all the air I

      breathe

      I sit and scream

      Fallen to my broken dreams

      Consumed

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