Every morning I go to my local foodstore. To buy a bag of sweet sixteen.. God I love those little doughnuts. It looks like I'll turn out to be. A cop even though I dream of.
Growin' up you don't see the writing on the wall. Passin' by, movin' straight ahead you'd knew it all. But one day sometime when you feel the pain. You'll find you're all alone, everything has changed..
As she waits by the phone. She's more than hurt. She's all alone. With no one to talk to. She's always all by herself. She doesn't understand. She's crushed to the bone.
What have we done to equality?. We've almost wiped out that word. Its Johnny-come-lately for mending up. For all the idea sounds absurd. I'm sorry, so sorry.
Been stricken sick. She could be the cure. And I felt quite sure. I opened every door.. It makes me sick; the things I do for you.. The shit that I go through, but I can't make you secure..
Honesty always remained a priority. Lest we forget our integrity.. What happened ? Where has it all gone?. So go on - Go on thinking you're teaching me..
Yesterday I found. A note from you. And I broke down. It said how much. I meant to you and how. You wanted to elope with me. I guess we felt the same.
Resolute and determined-its the way you've always been.. Don't give up your position and your guaranteed to win.. It's a joke. You're not laughing.. There's one question you're not asking..
These aren't the days like you reckoned.. Cyanide is quick-just seven seconds.. Hold it up to the light for a while.. Time seems so hard when you're pressured.
Depressed. A series of unlawful acts dedicated to you.. Grow up, but don't forget the times we spent.. And now they're gone. You feel the pain.. You're trembling. Oh, not again..
Sixteen. You looked like a photograph.. Pristine. I still recall when I saw you.. And I still see you standing there. Yea I still see you.. That was then. This is now..
Say hello. I'm the idiot who waits outside your window.. Seventeen. An age at which you're balancing the beam.. Introvert: A person just concerned. With his one's own thoughts. I'll tell you what I've learned..
How are you today?. Me-I'm not doin' so well. Been out here lost for days,. In this living hell. I'm not the only one. I've got a friend over there. Starin' at the sun.
Why was I chosen as the only one.. Who cannot decide in the end.. This reasoning is openly unfair.. Like playing hopscotch in a minefield with my friends..
Got up on the wrong side of the bed today.. Had my coffee now Im on my way.. Fate woke-early planned a Monday.. You, maybe old but new, so much more to do,.
He looks at the screen and he likes what he sees.. Superficial images that, "Make his life complete.". When he's had enough he just flips a switch.. He'll grow no smarter, yet he'll become "Rich.".
Willing. Waiting. I never knew this was inside of me.. Im Dreaming. Facing my future now whatever it may be.. Im on the brink and wide awake.. An open mind. An unknown fate..
These days every-ones confessing. And I find it. Quite depressing. I wont bother. With indignance. I can't find a girl with whom to fall in love with.
Your Heaven is my Hell.. You've run the boat aground.. Smoke your cigarette it just might be your last good one.. My poison is your cure.. Your strain is my vaccine..
Whats with trying to specify what type of music we play?. Why dont you just listen to it and decide if its cool or its gay?. Must you insist on a title? I'd rather not have a name.