I listen to music sit here and write
Something that I can do all friggin night
Who though wants to hear the words of a once sea worthy man
The way that I'm living now wasn't really my plan
It seems I'm caught in the past now I can't break away
No matter if I Bang my head and rage all friggin day
The darkness has long been my friend
There are those nights that come I pray soon will end
Even when I want it to stay
the Sun comes up and drives it away
Because there are those dreams from which I do not want to escape
I wish I could record them and replay them on tape
Then a cap comes along and breaks my train of thought
And I begin to wonder or all my words for naught.
M.H.
Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 7:27 PM UTC
I listen to music sit here and write
Something that I can do all friggin night
Who though wants to hear the words of a once sea worthy man
The way that I'm living now wasn't really my plan
It seems I'm caught in the past now I can't break away
No matter if I Bang my head and rage all friggin day
The darkness has long been my friend
There are those nights that come I pray soon will end
Even when I want it to stay
the Sun comes up and drives it away
Because there are those dreams from which I do not want to escape
I wish I could record them and replay them on tape
Then a cap comes along and breaks my train of thought
And I begin to wonder or all my words for naught.
M.H.
It's my life and I'll take it if I want to.
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