what an awful thing to do to look at you
those blue, ivory eyes that will never love me
each troubled but humble step you take
you to bring this innocent ******’s smile

what an awful thing to do to give my worthless dimes
those raven black tattoos that gave me the blues
cream clear lingering flush to flamingo skin
short lengthy gold swivel to the left hair

what a beautiful thing to do to live unloved abuse
they say it is the right to refuse to the abuse
I suppose that creature only has what the holy God made in lonely me
in the silence, the wonders race back to the front of my neurons
and just like that, you are gone because the dawn has come

What a wonderful thing to do to resume the morning heartaches
That wonderful way you make fun of my existence
If you have fresh faded rose shade lip-shaped mark on your neck
Don’t explain the reasons but promise you’ll always stay

What a wonderful thing to have tears on my pillows
So I grab the circular white and orange tip end junk
The smoke races to the top and my heart is still stuck
It won’t move at all even if I try for a good lasting minute

What a wonderful thing to do wasting every second of my life to help you
Standing at the crossroad of being so mean spirited or help you live the best
The stormy weather has come, but the rain never left
Melancholy melodies are my telecopy memories

What a wonderful thing to do, to jump from the rocky steps
It’s not the only cause of the past visions of you but everything that has been left
I’ll be seeing you and always think of you
And as the leaves fall and grow but you’ll see me in the sky