|12-23-2014, 02:08 AM||#1|
Join Date: Mar 2005
Location: Flying in a Blue Dream
true best friend.
frustrated down this same old path again
refrain and abstain from this same old similar pain
act like it ain't there, and I don't care
but inside I'm a billionaire on the electric chair humidifyin' and defying the hot air.
writing this impaired in my slotterin lair on the kings chair, so say your prayers
walls surrounded, but stripped bare, feelin whiter and more outlandish than a polar bear in times square,
but so aware of the wear and tare, despair beyond repair, I guess I need some fresh air.
through my empty soul I stare, which I sold for this love affair to this,
a ****ed up mind..... below it... ****ed up hair
in solitaire, storming around this house like a grizzly bear
goin to..........i guess I don't know where.
oping out of this ****ing game pushing the blame, with nothing he overcame
stuck in a picture frame, critically acclaimed, lacking fame
I proclaimed, why haven't I got there yet?.......about to make an insurance claim.
my fist through the wall like a fire ball, I'll settle this once in for all
make a conference call and install my name up at the music hall before I go Steven Segual and I start a brawl on your furniture and walls.
so go ahead, its curtain call, its time for me to rock and again...
and back in circles I run again...these words......my true best friend.
Last edited by ILoveGuitar07 : 12-23-2014 at 05:19 PM.