This place rips me apart, 
i need a pace to settle my heart.
This place rote the soul, 
this place takes its toll.
        
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        As i lay here all night 
unable to switch off, 
the only thing i think of is
i hope tomorrow i am a new man,
        
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        A kiss at morning, 
The love is calling.
For good not bad 
for happy not sad.
        
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        The bird it fly from brance to branch.
Its wings spread o so wide, 
like looking on an english tide.
Its feathers fall from the sky,
        
...
    
        As love and music pollute my brian, 
its a million times faster than any train.
Sometimes i can not keep up.
But then i see her little smile,
        
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My name is Joshua Mason, i live in a little village in England called sherburn in elmet. I love England and imbrace what is left of the English culture. I'm not just interested in poetry, my first passion is music. I currently write and play in and around the city of York.)
                    This Place
                    
                    This place rips me apart, 
i need a pace to settle my heart.
This place rote the soul, 
this place takes its toll.
Critised by everyone, 
the peer pressure ways a ton.
This place has nothing for me, 
ask my soul it would agree.
I feel trapped in hell
unable to rebel.
Tost a side for the same old ride.
This place rips me apart, 
where's the special place were i can settle my heart.
                

 
                    