hipbones and microphones

I wish i could speak the words i wanted to speak, but when i try the words just don't come fast or clear enough to make sense, mother nature sets the best example of free flowing words. When the skies open up she lets the rain fall down, showing clearly the sadness in her heart. As clear as the trinkling stream i stand in on a bright summers day, the pebbles flowing slightly beside my feet.

I fee like the man in the mood someimtes, everyone pretends to see me but only a select few who believe and try hard enough actually really do..... and out of that select few, only a handful actually care at all!


hipbones and microphones..

i've got birds in my ear and a devil on my shoulder

It gets old, when everytime you're down you have to grin and bare it, forcing you to hide behind that fake, familiar smile of which your hate for, grows each time you are forced to wear it, like that sweater your grandmother wore with kittens on the front, that your mother made you wear each time she would visit. It gets old, just having to grin and to bare it.

cold as ice

my faith in you, the pride, the proudness, everything that i had in you, stumbled away that night, just like your intoxicated system walking out that open door.

three aces

Some of you girls are so unbelievable, following boys who are so unpredictable. Some of you boys - should just keep banging your drums, not those in the crowd.

liar liar, your ass is on fiah!

Light a fire under my ass you're bound to get blown away, keep underminding me and just watch a see, how i win you over in a fight of glee. A fighter with a head of steam turns up to nothing but one filled to capacity with hot air, deflated with a full of a lever. I've got the brains to confuse you, a body to please you, fists to bruise you, hands to amuse you, a mouth that will abuse you, an attitude to leave you black and blue, go ahead, take your choose, ether way you're bound to loose. I'm the fire, about to burn you're ass