I’m selling my heart for what price do you think? what money cannot buy just over a drink nor gold can even try take me drunk while I blink cash for a promise of a lie with a smile and a wink but a trade of hearts and you may have deal you can’t beat a better bargain so let’s shake, It’s a steal
Trust is not commercial, because trading or exchanging wears upon one's very truth isn't exactly well thought out. It only comes about, when one's very truth isn't (not) exactly commercial. But when trust isn't truth, when one's very wears aren't as thought out as it was to begin with. Scrambling many believes until one most tired (thought out) engagement, began to unscramble back into "trust is not commercial"!
One among us ALL comes across something that never was meant to pan out correctly. Because certainty is a believe meant to unscramble ALL believes back in onto itself! Forcing many priorities too become uncertain of itself....
Sometimes, I wish my story Was written with a pencil Instead of a pen. To be able to erase all the bad times, The mistakes, The what could've been's. But in the end, I wouldn't trade them for anything. They made me who I am today. And to me, that's everything.
Another adventure awaits, On the crisp of your mortality One last leap of faith, To set the record straight Was it worth the wait? To alter the course of a life Based on ecstatic escapades of thrill; A high flying free bird.
For now, the time has come To lay low for a while Always knowing deep in your heart You are way too tired to go on, That you are counting down the moments Before you trade, A short life for a sure life.
Two years of happy to be sad for my whole life It's not a trade I would have made had I known at the time You never really meant a word you'd say Convince me of your love Just so you can walk away Walk away just to find there's no escape