In need of being loved.


Whispering bitter blues, unaware of happy faces;
Life wrapped up in bubble wrap is a caged way to live.
Tongue torn from my mouth; words without fire are wasted.
So have my soul and all I own, because all I have to give is apathy.


I am without passion, so my true thoughts sound false.
All I can say is give me a chance
And you might help me to find my voice.
As I walk along in my little red hoody, I am surrounded by wolves.
As I escape in my Mini Metro, I wish that it could be a Rolls Royce.


But I have forever been a poor boy in a mad man’s creation;
Money is so necessary to become, that I will never be.
As I wave goodbye to my youth, I am in need of inspiration.
I am lost in a shadow of the man I once was and nothing is ever free.


If I promise to change, you would no longer listen,
Because you have heard my words before, so you will know that I lie.
I could tell you with age I will no longer be missing,
But will I still be here in the front of your mind, in the morning light?


Feet rammed into the ground, I cannot be moved,
Unless I hear you say something truly spoken from the heart.
If I could be anything, then I would be just like you,
Because you are capable of doing anything and I love all that you are.


A fingertip away from grabbing my destiny;
I dive into your arms and hope you will catch me.
A bolt from the blue, a memory as a matter of fact;
Your love is worth fighting for, so I will swear this pact…


You and I until the end of time…

Break my heart or love me truly.
The choice is yours, the hope is mine.


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