here i sit on the eve of my destiny
i sit alone in my dark and dreary home
staring down the road hopingyou will turn back
i have lost before i began to play
for once i turn and look to the new path before me
though i believe my self to be brasve
i tremble at the thought that i am walking away from you
suddenly i dream i hear you yellin stay
so i walk back into my house and here i wait for me love to be found
the string you pull usually gets ignored until you tied it to my heart
i can dance like a puppet smilelike a doll but you know that you cant keep me this way but your eyes hold a silent message maybe this rope can pull both ways
do i mean to you what you say i do
or is it time to play a fatc that i knew
i sit here watching and waiting for you
the longer i sit more my love holds true
in our minds differences fade but in our thought s the y appear
when i dream i see you there and no more the need for my soul to be bare
i feel alive as i sit in my dark and dreary home suddenlyt i can feel the light of your smile though your not within a mile
i fell alsleep thinking about all the times everyone says i missed out
woke up and realised that im luckier then them for i can feel some one watching over me im not done yet be now or sometime i cannot see i will find out what makes me alright till i do i walk my road wqith honor i have turned around once or twice i still follow you for my future is not without the likes of my past so while i dont know wheter we lie together ahead or behind apart
im not sure if this is going to be more thewn one poem/song right now it seems like about three that could be put together with work but im a little stoned and tired so i'll come back and write more i dont think anyones listening but if they are peanut gallery is open. but the funny part is i sat to write an enty and didnt really pay attention so theese are nto directed thoughts towards anyone they are my thoughts put togewther as the musews saw fit but i dont understand
things i was going to put in entry
work-sucks half employees dont work or listen
being sick really sucks i have drugs that knock me out
staring down the road hopingyou will turn back
i have lost before i began to play
for once i turn and look to the new path before me
though i believe my self to be brasve
i tremble at the thought that i am walking away from you
suddenly i dream i hear you yellin stay
so i walk back into my house and here i wait for me love to be found
the string you pull usually gets ignored until you tied it to my heart
i can dance like a puppet smilelike a doll but you know that you cant keep me this way but your eyes hold a silent message maybe this rope can pull both ways
do i mean to you what you say i do
or is it time to play a fatc that i knew
i sit here watching and waiting for you
the longer i sit more my love holds true
in our minds differences fade but in our thought s the y appear
when i dream i see you there and no more the need for my soul to be bare
i feel alive as i sit in my dark and dreary home suddenlyt i can feel the light of your smile though your not within a mile
i fell alsleep thinking about all the times everyone says i missed out
woke up and realised that im luckier then them for i can feel some one watching over me im not done yet be now or sometime i cannot see i will find out what makes me alright till i do i walk my road wqith honor i have turned around once or twice i still follow you for my future is not without the likes of my past so while i dont know wheter we lie together ahead or behind apart
im not sure if this is going to be more thewn one poem/song right now it seems like about three that could be put together with work but im a little stoned and tired so i'll come back and write more i dont think anyones listening but if they are peanut gallery is open. but the funny part is i sat to write an enty and didnt really pay attention so theese are nto directed thoughts towards anyone they are my thoughts put togewther as the musews saw fit but i dont understand
things i was going to put in entry
work-sucks half employees dont work or listen
being sick really sucks i have drugs that knock me out