What have you done to me?
Has the grape vine exploded with anticipation of the next big thing?
What is this state your have placed me in?
What were you thinking? Am I just a plaything? My heart and life a painted image of a life to live in?
Has someone gone over the top with a piece of the rock?
What were you thinking, Oh I think my mind is clearing, but I know I am not myself I am not the same.
Weeks have passed and I cannot get right, my life is so like hell, my thinking lost, stuck in a wishing well
I need to lose this self to get at my right life, living day, my sincere apologies
I feel I have been living too close to the dark side of the moon, since someone took control over our destiny in life, love and a better way
Can not say I have enjoyed it, can not say I hate it, I just want to go faster and beat this time bomb life and think clearer think I am a winner. I try not to give argument it's way. No casting stones at what might be
I am so tired; I am so lost to the day, so lonely each night, so lonely I just miss the hugs, miss the calls and playfull jestures, I need play my heart still young my mind so frayed
Cry Cry Cry, gone but never forgotten, girl so sweet, boy so lost, why must I live this nightmare I live each day. A childhood tragedy I work to forget the old ways, old days all work no play
Punishment for what? Was I shipwrecked, or did I just miss read what the prophet spoke?
Did I get it? Did I lose it? Am I standing still, or right where I should be? Could be dead to this world and still stuck in it still not know it?
Won't someone please explain about this terrible position I am in. Was I late or cast aside, cut off or just forgotten?
Did a passenger riding a wave become shark bate to the streets? Was the trash too late out and the can too full to relate? I really have no time to meditate my mind is pressed to a wall of dough, feelings well they just slip out.
No, I would not try to get out of it, if I said the wrong thing; I expect the same, truth not tape over my ears and eyes, I do not tease.
If a link was lost, for heavens sake do not give me such a shake, I can hardly stand to be so alone for so long
lost in myself
I wish I just had some real friends, not painted on or paint by numbers
this pasted together postcard of where we have been, only reminds me of how worn and torn we both have become .This state of me so confused.
Laughter or silence, jokers and clowns, pimped living advice, and blind taxi's speeding out of sight far far away
Are there no people real around today? Can I just find some friends to comfort me? Someone who does not turn cold on me and make me out as the lost boy from nowhere land with empty pockets and hands so scared and unable grasp a helping hand, my life wet from the rain, dry from the sun cold from the wind weekened by lack of love
This new direction, who did chose it and where did it begin, I miss her kisses, but not her pain, or mine.
How did this change come upon me? Why Can we not talk anymore? Is there someone out there who can speak to me? Is this all for the bling bling? We are bought and sold for a price?
I feel as though I am standing on the wing of a flying plane;an act of living a life, little me the center of attraction in a tiny ring, a circus act that never is paid, can never leave these painful grounds of loves poverty
She made me feel young, I want to be reborn, mellow dramatic fool that I am. Everything is so over done, I only wanted to share pieces of our lives, put a smile on her face and remember what I lost where we had been Then someone turned on a flame, burning my sanity and the way life should be. I could never find the control of such fire and feelings. It always took me where it wanted to be, did care not for me.
Was I busy or late, I was so tired and day-dreamy, or just cast away? Revenge to a wrongfully deed? Was it hell bent for me? The parts as a whole, or a link of a chain?
I cannot shut off the flame or the pain. Please forgive my trespass if I have done any wrong!
This life no cupcake, my song so sour my dream so wasted and, too painfully gone.
I want to understand the buts, the walking and running away, was I destined to believe in love bites only to burn and sting? Why can't someone just explain it to me? I do not recall though it seems never has been someone really there for me, like actors in a play they can not go where the truth remains. This life of soap, no happy ending , only feedback noise, bits and missing puzzle parts. My heart torn and in flames. Life looks like it is all hard knocks to shake you lose and burn you down
Why can't someone just tell me?
