When you don't know too much, about what the fuck is wrong
You just stare at the wall, and try to sing a song
But the words have no feeling, biding time, emotions stealing
So I write some shit, these pages flip, and it serves as a healing
You may say I have no voice, when these words are sung to you
Or everyday I have no choice, but to look for something new
Every town is all the same, like the sounds in my brain
Fastening, pass the gin, I drink cards like the game
Will my thoughts ever be over? recollect on some shit
Told my mom, then I showed her, but I guess I'm still a kid
With wild ideas, many plans, drunk in bars, one night stands
I have to be, mind set free, roaming all across this land
All attempts to reach have been futile, getting taught by my pupil
But, no one cares about dancing bears, or overdosing on Metamucil
They just know what they like, long ago, riding bikes
Back when you were ten, the world just spinned
and little things seemed to excite
Now it's all about the problems, all the world, no one's got 'em
It seems to me, with seven seas, why we still talk about how we shot 'em
Big toys, i mean big guns, Lil boys just having fun
Shoot the world, chase lil girls, pull their hair and then run
We can laugh at serious shit, gasp, even drop our lip
But 40 ton bombs, to kill our moms would make just about anyone flip
I'm going, but you can stay, it's been fun, enjoy your day
This killing spree of memories, served a purpose in it's own way
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