Making appearances; in all of the experiences in this crazy
life. Sigh! I can't wait for the end of the show; the curtain
call to their standing applauds. _"Oh what a show"_
Raise up the glass; and let's forget about the past in this night,
like it was all our last. I sit back and laugh; smiling about the
few true friends I can count on my hand. I'm a slave to the trend;
of dreaming about the beginning to my end.
I've never been to the end of my life's journey, but it's a place I'll one day have to go. _"Oh what a show"_
The caught in between moments; running cameras, except in these darkest moments. At times feeling like the loneliest. Cheesy writings; melting on the knobs of being the corniest. And I'm about to be the bomb in the near future; with my successes about to blow. _"Oh what a show"_
Telling all of my kids, _"there's a couple of girls I should have kissed."_ Kiss them goodnight ; after telling them my life's story
just for me relive. Give them grief in the morning; when Papa
can't wake up on his feet. And how I die, better be the same way
I lived. In peace. My death would be my family's low, but a higher place is where I must go. _"Oh what a show"_
So here's my final curtain call. I hope they'll all enjoy that show.
Holding weight on the wait to give their applauds. Hold onto
yourself, your words, your all and soul. Let me say my final goodbyes; just before my time to go.
And let me give them all a show.