Sunday, April 11, 2004

Once Again- by: unknown forgotten


The best part is
I could be funny
Funny as cancerous dogs
Bleeding out their ass
It's funny, laugh laugh laugh
No matter how hard I try I'm shot down
Down down, you keep knocking me down

The favor is for the weak
I can not compete
This angel with the scent of sweet
She divides my heart
From strong to devastatingly weak

I'm the roamer with the skin burned hard
I've seen more than I should have in these days of young
But no one believes I am still young and fragile at heart
I ridicule all I love

Wrong, wrong
I am insecure with all I really care about
This Silver Mountain upon which I climb
I can only hope from God
Leads me to the right place
And yours and mine own singular peace of mind

Live on, live on.

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