Young teacher, the subject Of school a girl fantasy She wants him so badly Knows what she wants to be Inside her there's longing This girl's an open page Book marking - she's so close now This girl is half his age
Her friends are so jealous You know how bad girls get Sometimes it's not so easy To be the teacher's pet Temptation, frustration So bad it makes him cry Wet bus stop, she's waiting His car is warm and dry
Loose talk in the classroom To hurt they try and try Strong words in the staffroom The accusations fly It's no use, he sees her He starts to shake and cough Just like the old man in That book by Nabokov
The darkened roads of the night, Will soon see the morning light....
As I drive down the hwy of I-10 I see my old city as this trip will end..
It brings up thoughts of the past, that quickly change to the future...
I am now in the city of New Orleans, as I will soon begin to wake....
What's on the streets is the homeless, drunk and me....
I park in the french quartes and make sure not to get towed...
I wall to the river and what do i see.... Two young girls kissing on a bench... A homeless man making no sense... And a man on a bike without a life...
I then myself gaze upon the river, As the sun comes up, so do my thoughts...
Watching the tugs push barges, and the ship's filled with life...
It's a lonley romance the city life.. Yet filled with adventure for live of the night...
Sitting in the exact same place on the railroad tracks as a child...
It was 3 am in the morning, I was smoking *** and watching a recking ball, tear down Jax Brewrey for a mall.
Thought of the past how quick they come and go... How we lose them and choose them is not for me to decide...
Back to the streets as the city come alive... The city will now begin to strive...
HOW DO I LOVE YOU LET ME COUNT THE WAYS NOT ENOUGH TIME TO COUNT THEM OUT LOUD I CAN TAKE THE DAYS I CAN TAKE THE NIGHTS ALONG WITH MY DREAMS AND I'M STILL NOT IN SIGHT LET ME COUNT THE WAYS AN IMPOSSIBLE THING BUT I CAN SHOW YOU WITH ALL OF MY MEANS
IN THE GRIPS OF SATIN FILLED WITH AGONY & PAIN MY LIFE GOING NOWHERE WITH HIM IN MY HEAD MY LIFE WAS IN SHAMBLES AND I ALWAYS GAMBLED GAMBLED MY LIFE HE HELD MY FUTURE COULDN'T BREAK FREE MY HEART WAS DEAD I THINK OF MY LIFE I NEVER HAD PLEASE LET ME GO I'LL DO ANYTHING PLEASE FORGIVE ME LORD I'LL DO THE RIGHT THING
where do i think i'm going where do i think i've been who the **** do i think i am
my best freind Paully along with my other freinds this narcotic charm called herion took them all to the end
this ******'s dream called herion they think it's fun you might as well use just a plain old gun
prolong the agoney, keep ******* around think about them, when you use again
it could be your last time remember it only cost a dime so you think you can do it but it could be your last time
you shoot it anyway and you don't even care to you it's only that very next fix
i tell them all the time, you better beware don't do as i do, but it's all up to you you can't ever tell a ******, whatever to do always remember, it's all about you
this dope called herion is no ******* game always remember it's out to drive you insane
if your luckey, you'll only get hooked so give it a try, so do what you do to just get high
this world of herion doesn't only want to get you always remember it wants to **** you
If you have it all...... Remember, you could lose it all....
If you think you have your **** together.... It could easily wither away....
To learn to be happy..... You first must be sad to know the real meaning....
Is heartache really about Love or selfishness....
Heartache goes away, but selfishness does not...
When does one change their ways..... When does one accept reality.....
When does one quite putting them self first.....
I have learned in life the more I help others.... The easier things come to me in life....
Have you ever bought a hungry family groceries... Have you ever put gas in a persons car who has no money..... Have you ever tried to guide our youth..... Have you ever actually helped the homeless..... Have you ever let someone cry on your shoulder....
I have weather so many storms in my life and I can only pray that the last was the last and hope the future holds calmer weather for me
Storms seem to **** the emotions out of me And leaves me fragile in every step I take I try not to look back but I always do
Never knowing what the outcome will bring or How it will effect my life that lies ahead of me I sometimes don't think of others, which is selfish
Storms of my life have been very strong, hurtful and painful Some have hurt and brought tears to my eyes wanting forgiveness Some have just totally ****** me up and left me confused
I think back on how things should have been handled Could I have done anything different, like maybe prepare How can one prepare for the unkown without knowing
Can I see a pretty day turn gray and then run away I cannot predict my storms in my life nor the outcome All I can do is curl up and pray that I have hurt no one