Shadows in the park...
Must be a sunny day...
Always wearing black...
Never having much to say...
Shadows never laugh...
They never, ever cry...
Sometimes they disappear...
If the suns not shining in the sky...
......
Pardon my bluntly put, but people won't endure your fits and pricks much too long.
Even the wolves won't bite your lies. They're not afraid—they'll blitz your prongs.
The same thought creeps around my consciousness like an intruder in my home away from home,
Because there's a con in my house; a mole next door. I fancy a safe space and peace—all alone
Contouring your entourage is a classic precocious assimilation tactic.
Polygraphs haunt you in your sleep because you worship gossip as if it’s a situational prophylactic.
Your narc addiction is narcissistic. Strangers defy perspective and get hooked into your rave,
......
She took my hands I was 9
Giving me her other bud
And telling me just listen and enjoy the ride
Close your eyes and let me take you to the moon
She a woman of her words
Putting my feet above the clouds
And pushing me from the moon
Back to earth on my hands and knees
Waving and smiling from the moon back at me
looking up at her with my split temple
......
I lose my thoughts when I think about you,
My conscious is lost when I talk about you.
You smile makes my heart flutter,
Just the thing I love about you.
At every possible opportunity,
I steal glances.
Just standing there to look at you.
Seeing Red Roses I always felt,
The roses red but the petals blue
......
I try to tell myself
everything’s gonna be okay…
I try to tell myself
my thoughts of her will simply go away…
I try to tell myself
it’s okay, man, just move on…
I try to tell myself
find some happiness in my sad song…
......
Pardon my bluntly put, but people won't endure your fits and pricks much too long.
Even the wolves won't bite your lies. They're not afraid—they'll blitz your prongs.
The same thought creeps around my consciousness like an intruder in my home away from home,
Because there's a con in my house; a mole next door. I fancy a safe space and peace—all alone
Contouring your entourage is a classic precocious assimilation tactic.
Polygraphs haunt you in your sleep because you worship gossip as if it’s a situational prophylactic.
Your narc addiction is narcissistic. Strangers defy perspective and get hooked into your rave,
......
She took my hands I was 9
Giving me her other bud
And telling me just listen and enjoy the ride
Close your eyes and let me take you to the moon
She a woman of her words
Putting my feet above the clouds
And pushing me from the moon
Back to earth on my hands and knees
Waving and smiling from the moon back at me
looking up at her with my split temple
......
Once upon a time
In a land uncomfortably close by
There lived you, me
And she
Oh, and If only I could see
Slowly u were drifting
The tide pulled you towards the sea
The sea of cool kids and bustling idiocy
And while I planned secretly
rendezvous even while I sleep
......
Shadows in the park...
Must be a sunny day...
Always wearing black...
Never having much to say...
Shadows never laugh...
They never, ever cry...
Sometimes they disappear...
If the suns not shining in the sky...
......
I try to tell myself
everything’s gonna be okay…
I try to tell myself
my thoughts of her will simply go away…
I try to tell myself
it’s okay, man, just move on…
I try to tell myself
find some happiness in my sad song…
......