ack.... a poem.... ahhh i dunno what its all about
"Get up its Noon" says the voice inside your head
but you roll over and go back to bed.
what's a day, if not wasted?
when the only thing you do is dare to dream
why wake up when you hate reality?
because nothings as it seems
when you see life going nowhere
and the days just pass you by
can't seem to give up the thought,
that this life is all a lie
where time isn't real, everythings fake
can you over come this growing hate
and you wonder how can life be right,
when living here feels unbelievably wrong.
and you know you cant control it.
so now thinking becomes the consequence
to this lazy condition you call livin'
a light turns on, you roll out of bed
just to get back in still wondering why you're fed
all the lies of today, broken promises of tomorrow
theres always the constant nagging at the back of your mind
lie one, two, three and four.
i guess theres room for just one more
mkay so theres it is... i dunno if its finished or what... just wrote it... ahhhh run away!
but you roll over and go back to bed.
what's a day, if not wasted?
when the only thing you do is dare to dream
why wake up when you hate reality?
because nothings as it seems
when you see life going nowhere
and the days just pass you by
can't seem to give up the thought,
that this life is all a lie
where time isn't real, everythings fake
can you over come this growing hate
and you wonder how can life be right,
when living here feels unbelievably wrong.
and you know you cant control it.
so now thinking becomes the consequence
to this lazy condition you call livin'
a light turns on, you roll out of bed
just to get back in still wondering why you're fed
all the lies of today, broken promises of tomorrow
theres always the constant nagging at the back of your mind
lie one, two, three and four.
i guess theres room for just one more
mkay so theres it is... i dunno if its finished or what... just wrote it... ahhhh run away!