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Feb 2012
I took another wistful drag
Thinking, "That's some ***** ****"
I don't know why I do it
As soon as I light one up
I'm already lookin' to quit

Expectation and anticipation is all I have
But what's real is no dream
I build it up in my mind
Knowing how it's going to be
But an imagined ocean is only life's stream

Making some money presses upon my mind
I say something intelligent every now and then
But there is no challenge
There is no thrill
In a situation where I've already been

I think about *** all the time
It's the only thing that I can see
Letting myself go
Her gasps in the wind
It's the only dream that becomes reality

I can't spend my whole life in ******* fury
Pleasuring my girl until she screams
I have to find something
Anything in my life
But I am a man of extremes

I'm exactly what every girl suspects
A charming rogue impatient with spark and court
Why are they interested
In a pathetic freedom rider?
They know I'm not really their sort

Can I be someone's lover?
I'm beginning to wonder about that
What will we do today?
What's wrong with you?
They question where my mind is at

Well let me tell you something about it
It's not here that's for sure
As you stand before me
I am merely an image
It seems I only make you feel insecure

All I can say right now
Is there is pain with no end
A wanderer cannot rest
Or learn to be content
I know I can never pretend

Let's talk honestly about life
You know I love you
But can you love a rock
Drifting towards an unseen sea?
Because soon I will fade from view

Someday on your door I may knock
Wondering if my dream is alone
I have agreed to suffer
In return for my own life
But can an unworthy man approach your throne?

Walking away burdened by regret
I know I've made a mistake
But is that really true?
I received what I asked
Instead of giving it seems I can only take
Mark Lecuona
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