People are people so why should it be, you and I should along so awfully?
So we're different colors and we're different creeds, and different people have different needs. It's obvious you hate me though I've done nothing wrong, I've never even met you so what could I have done?
I can't understand, what makes a man hate another man. Help me understand.
Words are spoken to be broken, feelings are intense, words are so trivial. Pleasures remain...... so does their pain. Words are meaningless and forgettable.
All I ever wanted, all I ever needed is here in my arms. Words are very unnecessary, they can only do harm.
Now I'm not looking for absolution, forgiveness for the things I do. But before you jump to any conclusions, try walking in my shoes. You'll stumble in my footsteps. Keep the same appointments I kept. If you try walking in my shoes. I'm not looking for a clearer conscience, peace of mind after what I've been through. And before we talk of repentance, try walking in my shoes.
There's a thousand reasons why I should not spend my time with you. For every reason not to be here I can think of two. Keep me hanging on, feeling nothing's wrong inside your heaven. It's only when I lose myself in someone else...... then I find myself.
We're flying high, we're watching the world pass us by. Never want to come down, never want to put my feet back down on the ground. I'm taking a ride with my best friend, I hope he never lets me down again.
HAHAHAHA!! Sorry I needed to come up with my own random post. Positive rep to whomever actually gets this.
Do you have the time, to listen to me whine about nothing and everything at once? I am one of those, melodramatic fools. Neurotic to the bone, no doubt about it. Sometimes I give myself the creeps. Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me. It all keeps adding up, I think I'm cracking up. Am I just paranoid, or I'm just stoned?!?!
Life goes by so fast, you only want to do what you think is right.
Close your eyes and then it's past.... it's the story of my life
And I went down to my old neighborhood. The faces have all changed, there's no one left to talk to and the pool hall I loved as a kid is now a seven eleven.
Man, isn't that Bad Luck, stuck to a Ball and Chain having to realize I Was Wrong?
I'm sailing away,
Set an open course for the virgin sea,
Cause I've got to be free,
Free to face the life that's ahead of me,
on board, I'm the captain, so climb aboard,
We'll search for tomorrow on every shore,
And I'll try, Oh Lord I'll try, to carry on Mk 1:17
Tell Sanchito that if he knows what is good for him
He best go run and hide
Daddy's got a new .45
And I won't think twice to stick that barrel straight down Sancho's throat
Believe me when I say that I got somethin' for his punk ... Ps 49:5