It is too hard,
why should I try?
to go that extra mile,
when the opportunity will fly on by.
There is too big of a cost,
why should I leap?
what if we end up lost?
and the devil has my soul to keep.
Tell yourself these words everyday,
and life passes you by,
and you sit and play.
Let these words sit in your head,
as you sit alone,
lying in your bed.
But there are others who will not be like you,
others who are like lions,
the kings to break out of this zoo.
There are others who are not like you,
they say I can when they should not,
and do not give it a second thought.
Those are the men who will stand atop a mountain,
looking down upon you,
and pissing in your drinking fountain.
Those are the men who will succeed because they believed,
while you sat and gave every excuse you could bleed.
It were Christmas
Because I love the frenzy
And excuses it brings.
It's a beautiful
Excuse to not do
The rubbish things
In life that we spend
Our lives doing.
The fairy lights
Entwined in the trees
With the buzz
I wish it were
It brings the beautiful
Excuse to love
Just as we love
The icy daisies
Of spring I love
The warm branches
Of bare Christmas Trees
I wish it were Christmas
Because I want to
Hang the rosewood
And see the glitter of sequin
Bunting strung happily
About the bedrooms.
I love the beautiful
In the gifts bought
And how love is sieved
Through in the snow.
" i'm just tired,"
" its been a long day,"
" i'm stressed,"
they are all excuses I use every single day
people will look past my excuses,
then, what will I say?
i'm not tired, i'm depressed
it hasn't been a long day, its been an endless one
i'm not sick, i'm just dying inside
when will the excuses end?
when can I stop lying?
I've already stopped fighting
you can make excuses for almost everything
but not when your dead
I’m done with the disappointment
With the heartache and tears
I’m done with the promises
Always postponed, never fulfilled
I'm finished with the "I love you"s
With the confusion between truths and sweet nothings
I’m spent with the let downs
With the excuses and "I’m sorry”s
I say I am finished with the romance
With the kisses and heartbreaks
Yet my every wish it to have such
To be wrapped in a lovers arms; to be loved
I say I am done with the disappointment
With the heartache and the tears
But I have yet to give it up
Nor do I honestly want to.
You're a pathetic excuse
For a human and a man.
You chug your bourbon
Craving a silencing hand.
You're poor and alone
Without any hope,
With too many drugs
But no way to cope.
Sad excuse of a man
Only yourself to blame
For a life filled with nothing
And a mouthful of shame.
at the end of the day
if we piled up all the excuses made
would they be more than what
we've actually done?
because all the excuses we make take up
the majority of our lives
we hide in fear
until we realize
we're not living
but we're alive
is that enough?
not for me
and maybe i'll have to go it alone
in none of you is bravery shown
and sitting there isn't getting you
but to be fair i've spent my fair share
of time in a comfy chair
but it's time to get outside
time to breathe in life
adventure is calling me
and i won't betray it
i'm going to leave you far behind
but i warned you
maybe this isn't goodbye
there might still be time to catch up
but my dizzy dreamer head is thirsty enough
that i might be farther gone than you thought
and maybe i'm wrong maybe you better not.
I picked up smoking when I was 16 because I could.
I threw excuses at myself like daggers around ladies in circus sideshow acts.
“I enjoy so few things in life, I might as well let myself have a damn cigarette.”
I told myself they were excuses, at least.