Down to Start With, But to End....
Why must i be so discontent,
Why must i long for things ill never get..
Why must my heart flutter in the wind aimlessly,
Like a capsized boat..... lost.... adrift at sea.
These feelings that strike me are never new,
Just different faces.... different prophets of doom.
They lure me in, with their beautiful siren song,
and i follow to my death, follow the bouncing ass in that sexy thong...
but really, Is it so wrong to grant me just one wish that i might ask?
Just one... thats it... then back to the task.
The task its self, is a hard thing to complete
like life.... it flows..... flows to its own drum beat.
A beat.... a pulse
the longing hope that its.... not false.
I really wish i could control these feelings and thoughts.
because all in all, its really all ive got.
which isnt much, i must say, to say in the end,
is it something worth saying? worth divulging before the trend.
a trend of a populous lost in love,
with the waxing moon, smiling down.... up above...
i said it before, and ill always say it again,
the promises i make, i keep till the end.
so let me promise, if i may, to those who care to hear,
Hear the flowing words, that land delicately on thine ear...
I Promise "To Be Honest", so you will always know truth.
I promise "To Be Myself", to be someone else, is of no use.
I Promise "To Smile Everyday", so you will ALWAYS smile back
I Promise "To Love you Completely", so you MIGHT just love me back...
And I will promise one last thing, to you, whom ever you might be.
That I WILL live my life with you..... happily.
Why must i be so discontent,
Why must i long for things ill never get..
Why must my heart flutter in the wind aimlessly,
Like a capsized boat..... lost.... adrift at sea.
These feelings that strike me are never new,
Just different faces.... different prophets of doom.
They lure me in, with their beautiful siren song,
and i follow to my death, follow the bouncing ass in that sexy thong...
but really, Is it so wrong to grant me just one wish that i might ask?
Just one... thats it... then back to the task.
The task its self, is a hard thing to complete
like life.... it flows..... flows to its own drum beat.
A beat.... a pulse
the longing hope that its.... not false.
I really wish i could control these feelings and thoughts.
because all in all, its really all ive got.
which isnt much, i must say, to say in the end,
is it something worth saying? worth divulging before the trend.
a trend of a populous lost in love,
with the waxing moon, smiling down.... up above...
i said it before, and ill always say it again,
the promises i make, i keep till the end.
so let me promise, if i may, to those who care to hear,
Hear the flowing words, that land delicately on thine ear...
I Promise "To Be Honest", so you will always know truth.
I promise "To Be Myself", to be someone else, is of no use.
I Promise "To Smile Everyday", so you will ALWAYS smile back
I Promise "To Love you Completely", so you MIGHT just love me back...
And I will promise one last thing, to you, whom ever you might be.
That I WILL live my life with you..... happily.