The Boy Who Really Needs - Poetry
POETICAL CORRECTNESS

A sunrise dollar

I paid for your company with my life
I left it all behind

Shyly
I said
"I love you"
and ran
for cover

The roads were paved with broken hearts
and I longed to join them

A sunset smile
and all the while
I died inside
Doubt

Serving dinner for god
all my anger and hate on a plate
make him swallow it
so he can taste
what I've tasted all my life

Hell is just ashes underground
Heaven is just the clear blue sky
God is just Santa for grown-ups

Accidental are they?
all my bad decisions
all my misplaced words
who knows?
Heaven is just the clear blue sky
SPENT BULLET

We used to be so close
what happened?
We used to be so happy
where did that go?

Now you're saying that I don't exist
Well, who am I
if not real?
Well, where am I
if not with you?
How can I prove
I love you?
And how can I prove
I am who I say I am?

I love you
but am I real?
I love you
but do I exist?
Well, I love you
and isn't that enough?
It's all I have...
Rhymes with pain

Cocaine, cocaine
in my brain
cocaine, cocaine
in my brain

Drives me insane
but no more pain
just cocaine
in my brain
cocaine, cocaine
calls my name
cocaine

I hear what you're sayin'
it's self inflicted pain
but all the same
gimme cocaine
to nuke my brain
and go insane
sweet cocaine
in my brain
just cocaine
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