Showing posts with label expression. Show all posts
Showing posts with label expression. Show all posts

Sunday, September 5, 2010

This place

I got this feeling
deep inside my brain
I got this feeling
telling me again
I got to get out of this place
or change what`s happening here
there`s too much shit
happening here
I got to find a place
Where the people aren`t so queer
or rearrange this place
And change or rearrange this place
and all the shit that`s happening here
It`s a shame, it`s a disgrace
There has to be a better place
I am going to try to find another place
Or rearrange this place into another place
another place to stay with a lot of sunshine
every day
a place where I can relax my mind
and get away
from all the confusion
every day
I got to get to that place
there`s way too much shit happening here

I got to find a place
I got to make this place
a better place
it`s way too crazy here
So put your hand in mine
we can work together
everything will be fine

Did you hear me
I`ll say it again
I got this feeling
deep inside my brain
it keeps telling me
to get out of this place
or change what`s happening here
there`s so many people
playing way too games
got to save my own face
got to save my own name
can`t even walk the street
without being scared off your feet
people owning the streets
the neighbourhood
too many people
doing too little good
look at all of them
with all their different faces
I`ve seen them all before but
in other places

So reach out, get up
put your hand in mine
if we get together
it will work out fine
we got to put the bad people down
someone has to
put the bad people down

Perhaps someday
they too will realize
in the end we all will die
and when looking death in the eye
the strong become weak
and the strongest begin to cry
and in the end we all will die
we all will die

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

thought # 1923 of 2010

God my back hurts!
It hurts so much;
enough to make me cry.
Enough to make me want
to die!
God may back hurts!
The day begins okay...
Everything seems alright today.
I sit up on the edge of the bed;
that's when it hits me,
like a brick to the head!
All of my clear thoughts,
happy thoughts too,
all the things I said,
everything is dead.
Sitting on the edge of the bed...
God my back hurts!
Makes me wish I were dead.

shine

What I want
is the sun to shine
What I want
is to feel fine
Take the claws out of my back
Fingers out of my eyes
But every day I feel like that
it dies
I don't know why it's so dark
What I want
is the sun to shine
What I want
is some relief
A breath of fresh air
Loosen the straps
Uncuff me
I need to feel free
But every day I feel like that
it dies
What I want
is the sun to shine