I place my books by the stairs My bag is somewhere but I don’t know where If my phone happens to ring I prays its happiness that it brings I don’t wanna sit in a world of my own Lost and alone Fed up and bored Deep and adored Angels seem to know I place my books by the stairs My bag is somewhere but I don’t know where If my phone happens to ring then, I prays its happiness that it brings I don’t wanna sit in a world of my own Lost and alone Fed up and bored Deep and adored Sultry, but ignored It’s always a reality, but I feel self assured Cut the cords Let it happen Then we can move on Whether you were right or I was wrong It’s just a sentence and we don’t belong Nothing else to do but go home and drink Where the bottles cluster behind the sink As I wipe the slate clean I dream about other beings A lifestyle with feeling Can’t everything have meaning? I’m exhausted by murky moans Silent groans Oh carry on Sticks and stones Break my bones Tomorrow I won’t care Because I will get up and I’ll wash my hair Put my shoes on and go running and think about nothing It may pay off well, but it’s not another spell They saved a space for me in hell Angels seem to know Don’t keep your life in the sun It will stain you dry and then you’ll do nothing but wonder why It’s too much of a head lock and you know you’re going to cry It’s got you searching like a shepherd and his flock And if it happens to be me that’s standing in the dock then I won’t laugh out loud, I won’t mock I was only messing My life really is a blessing I’m not in disguise But I am honest and I am wise I know what your thinking when you’re drowning and you’re sinking I catch a glimpse without blinking I see a hole in the carpet and I just let it burn As we take a new turn You won’t think twice, once I discern the rules and regulations They just weren’t meant for me Angels seem to know That now my soul has found the key I know where I need to be I’m good and I know I’m good Constantly misunderstood But that’s not the point I got so lost in this joint , I got sucked in with time And now I’m pacing in my prime Looking for the divine Playing with rhymes But making couplets Hanging in with the new and shading out the blue Sometimes I’m happy and sometimes I’m sad But I guess it’s just people they are just so unethically mad Decide what you are and follow it through What else really, can you do? When I feel like I’m in a mood And it’s been a while since I’ve stewed I am almost always artistic And I stand by my status The heavens are proud When they smile they lift the clouds Don’t blame me for being loud but it often happens when I’m standing in a crowd Angels seem to know So it looks like I get my readings for free I can hang up the phone and just be me Tell me what I want to hear Tell me so I can shed more tears Please listen, I have ears, help me, burn out all my fears Angels, they seem to know Just can’t everything have meaning? It would make me a better person Your thoughts would never worsen Like a magic moon beam, I’d be the mystic part of your theme You don’t always have to take everything to the extreme But keep me sane Keep me keen Lead the way to my dreams So I can bury the hatchet and jump off the scale Forcing myself in at the deep end Making the most out of my thoughts Because I am no longer considered ordinary I am no longer vane But I love the Leo part in my mane Angels, they seem to know…….
Posted on: Mon, 29 Jul 2013 10:19:19 +0000
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