I used to have passion
I used to have it along time ago
Now I just sit here
And take action
I'm a sad opportunist
Who lacks a bleeding heart
Without a beat or pulse
Just lock me away
I'm too busy, oh, I am
Too busy everyday
Lock me away, please
For I must be a monster
Oh, I cannot see what I should be seeing
I am too blinded by opened doors
You should crush it while you have the chance
An opportunistic chore
Oh, I'm too busy, I
The relentless sovereign
Stoked with such dreams
Prying off my partnership
***My love, my love
Of all such kinds
So well conceited
Yet I'm blind
I think it's good that you're trying hard
But you'd rather now bury me in our yard
I'm a stubborn wall who can still feel
My darling opportunist,
Our time may yield***
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 1:38 AM UTC
I used to have passion
I used to have it along time ago
Now I just sit here
And take action
I'm a sad opportunist
Who lacks a bleeding heart
Without a beat or pulse
Just lock me away
I'm too busy, oh, I am
Too busy everyday
Lock me away, please
For I must be a monster
Oh, I cannot see what I should be seeing
I am too blinded by opened doors
You should crush it while you have the chance
An opportunistic chore
Oh, I'm too busy, I
The relentless sovereign
Stoked with such dreams
Prying off my partnership
***My love, my love
Of all such kinds
So well conceited
Yet I'm blind
I think it's good that you're trying hard
But you'd rather now bury me in our yard
I'm a stubborn wall who can still feel
My darling opportunist,
Our time may yield***
