I am offended
by your metaphors...
Home Calling
Concretes obscure cerulean sky...
An Angel put out his hand
And asked for me to follow...
Saying goodbye was th hardest part
it was like saying goodbye to a piece of my heart...
How would life be,
If we never had a family tree...
So many thoughts in my head
As I lay me down to bed...
Heart racing, Tears falling, Eyes burning
My stomach is turning...
One hundred percent of the time
When I try to write a rhyme...
Some of us wear blue
While others dress in green...
Whenever things go seriously wrong
You say girls are the source for this...
My guitar,
My escape...
The eyes so bright that put the sun to shame
Look never at me with more than a glance...