AllAboutMe
02-06-2003, 10:27 PM
just something i started wrighting real quick, might use it as part of a song ,tell me what you think, peace
Im waiting for a chance to explode, living through hope
Debating and hating tired of racing every day to the pope
Living real dope but still find the trouble with opportunities to cope
And release through every bar another soap tied to a rope
Looking for a person one more assertiveness to leak a message
Across the screen leaving the scene without the need for bandages
Decided to take my strength as an advantage as my mind grows
With the brain half spent from watching my life as the worst reality show
Why think of someone else when you look at yourself
And see a desperate body on the floor with the remains of an empty bottle from the shelf
As one fell the other half stood still with eager thoughts of kill
The dark envy and shrill, filling the room with morbid reactions straight from his will
Who ever thought that living this life would demand regret through the night
Every screaming fight using candles as lights, one strike of the knife
And you on the floor with the final demands praying for you life
This is why even though good times they come and they go
It has to be known the soul has to be thrown down this hole
To prevent the grief or decease the blood of somebody else on your knees
For this I beg the lord please one more chance , one more picture for me to say cheese
Im waiting for a chance to explode, living through hope
Debating and hating tired of racing every day to the pope
Living real dope but still find the trouble with opportunities to cope
And release through every bar another soap tied to a rope
Looking for a person one more assertiveness to leak a message
Across the screen leaving the scene without the need for bandages
Decided to take my strength as an advantage as my mind grows
With the brain half spent from watching my life as the worst reality show
Why think of someone else when you look at yourself
And see a desperate body on the floor with the remains of an empty bottle from the shelf
As one fell the other half stood still with eager thoughts of kill
The dark envy and shrill, filling the room with morbid reactions straight from his will
Who ever thought that living this life would demand regret through the night
Every screaming fight using candles as lights, one strike of the knife
And you on the floor with the final demands praying for you life
This is why even though good times they come and they go
It has to be known the soul has to be thrown down this hole
To prevent the grief or decease the blood of somebody else on your knees
For this I beg the lord please one more chance , one more picture for me to say cheese