Jan 23, 2006 15:08
Notes
The days of my life play out,
Like the notes of a piano.
They get better when the notes are higher,
And worsen as the notes get lower.
My face turns sour,
When my nimble fingers strike the wrong notes.
I get frustrated at myself,
When I can't play any better.
I can't handle being the worst,
When everyone expects me to be the best.
I just want to be able to work everything out,
And, be the same as all the rest.
I'm not a magician,
At the music of my life.
I can't be anything more,
Then, the lower notes of the piano.
The lower notes of the piano,
Play out the days of my life.
I know this as good as it gets,
These notes are the notes of my life.