In my life seems to be a mixture of bad, not right, or hella wrong.
It's like EVERYTHING is a twisted verse in that one Blue song.
The turmoil, the mishaps, well yea they all play a role.
Who do I return nothing to?
Cause the deal was I get EVERYTHING for my soul.
So I signed the deed.
But didn't read the fine print.
I should have took the hint
When I signed with a ****** print.
EVERYTHING
In my life is like coming down; I built many bridges in this land.
But now I only got remnats of ash around town.
My smile is non-existent. All I have to show is a crooked frown.
And love naw it don't seem to live here anymore.
I've been looking for it everywhere but then again I ask myself what for...
More tears filled with pain and sorrow.
And then left to think that there is no tomorrow.
EVRYTHING
Is like coming to its expiration.
And I'm facing smiles full of lie.
Being that I'm not important enough to be rememberd, I can live now and later die.
I've become the target and the world seems to be aiming at my why.
And still tears fall from my eye but atleast my concrete rose still has a try.
EVERYTHING
In my life maybe torn, I may have wounds and scars victim to the thorn.
My concrete rose ain't passed. And yet I wonder; should my concrete rose pass will it be reborn.
Why me?
Why am I so blind? I think I know but can't see, the difference between right, wrong, good or bad.
I've become a wanderer. So I wander the streets tormented and sad.
I've got the regonition but it's something I already had.
How much can one Loco have?
I know the feeling of losing EVERYTHING so I'm not always mad.
EVERYTHING
comes and goes it's the when will EVRYTHING end that no one knows.
