Can anyone save me? Before my wrists are cut like fallen trees. Is there a place for me? Other than the depths of the Depression sea. Will anyone help me? As my cries of pain echo like a banshee. Does anyone love me? Or am I more forlorn than rotted debris? Does anyone care? That my life is no more than a game of solitaire.
"So insignificant, cause I'm not a movie star or billionaire, Cause I have no debonair air, or life in an easy chair. Stop- for those that seek the life of the easy chair- Beware that the life you seek will just ensnare- you to a life of manicured hair, that in the end falls out... unfair... Stop- Cause there is no life on easy street, only the hidden secrets of those so conceit- that their deceit and cheats are so discreet it might as well be written in concrete- Stop- Never think the words of love are obsolete, or mistreat your heart that beats cause happiness don't repeat. Wait- Whats the significance of being a millionaire? To live deep in despair, and get caught up in love affairs? To this I do declare, that I am now aware To say ******** the easy chair."
Can anyone save me? Before my wrists are cut like fallen trees. Is there a place for me? Other than the depths of the Depression sea. Will anyone help me? As my cries of pain echo like a banshee. Does anyone love me? Or am I more forlorn than rotted debris? Does anyone care? That my life is no more than a game of solitaire.
"But I am free- But I am me- I am loved. I am safe."
Life is a dream I so long to find stay alive to keep in mind that all we are is defined and confined within the confounds of the clocks we wind tickling away at the belly of time.
The Magical Mellophone · Tue Jun 21, 2011 @ 05:45am · 0 Comments |