Thursday, April 30, 2009
One of those times
It's one of those times when I want to write
Just want to rant
To smoke
To bike
It's one of times when I want to ponder
When I want to take stock
Of death; of life
Of wrong; of right
It's one of those times when I want to breathe
To hold your hand
And hold it tight
It's one of those times that I realize
That 90 mins is a waste of time
That the final score's what's on my mind
It's one of those times that I realize
Thats we're runnin' like crazy, at light's speed
When what needs attention, is our need for weed.
Just want to rant
To smoke
To bike
It's one of times when I want to ponder
When I want to take stock
Of death; of life
Of wrong; of right
It's one of those times when I want to breathe
To hold your hand
And hold it tight
It's one of those times that I realize
That 90 mins is a waste of time
That the final score's what's on my mind
It's one of those times that I realize
Thats we're runnin' like crazy, at light's speed
When what needs attention, is our need for weed.
Circle
I asked God for solace and peace
That He patch the tear in my fabric.
That He give me love
And the sense to appreciate it.
That He give me sorrow
And the strength to overcome it.
That He give me wealth
And the ability to live without it.
God gave me a sign today
Sorry son, I have nothing for you.
A beggar pleaded with me yesterday
Sorry, I have nothing for you.
That He patch the tear in my fabric.
That He give me love
And the sense to appreciate it.
That He give me sorrow
And the strength to overcome it.
That He give me wealth
And the ability to live without it.
God gave me a sign today
Sorry son, I have nothing for you.
A beggar pleaded with me yesterday
Sorry, I have nothing for you.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Drop out
Maybe you want others to suffer
Perhaps you like it
Taking solace in that you're not the only one
You like being a victim, don't you
An excuse for your malevolence
You're closest to the reflection in the wine
Coz it takes you away from yourself
What are you?
The distance between what you are and what you want to be
Get in the race, and you're a prisoner
Drop out, a bird
Perhaps you like it
Taking solace in that you're not the only one
You like being a victim, don't you
An excuse for your malevolence
You're closest to the reflection in the wine
Coz it takes you away from yourself
What are you?
The distance between what you are and what you want to be
Get in the race, and you're a prisoner
Drop out, a bird
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