| 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 |
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| 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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