"writeing" poems
well the royal's gone, and so are you. so i'll sit here and think my things thru.
It's funny how things change between good and bad, But it's how things go and i'm glad that your glad.
so goodnight, farewell, cuase i'll see you in hell.
And i don't know how to change how i feel, it's my sixth sence, one you could never steal.
It's funny how things seem to unwined, when everything seems together and seems alright.
so goodnight, farewell, cuase i'll see you in hell.
And as i'm writeing this song, It seems like revenge.
It seems sweet it seems right, but it's wrong in the end....
cuase your there for me i know that you are, but it's nighs like this you seem so far... so far away...
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 8:12 PM UTC
I'll tell you the truth today, the sun is shineing
And all the memories of last night keep crawling in my skull
Do you remember the words you said as we drifted, as we went to bed.
And i'm trying for goodness sake,
to remember just what you say
cuase your trying for goodness sake to make it all ok
do you remember when we were young and wern't confused?
and we sang senceless nothings , late into the night so blue.
yes writeing just to be with you.
what happen after all of this what happen that i can't dismiss
we changed...
We forgot what it was to sing
And i think of you now, often in times of you.
That's why i'm writeing just to be with you.
Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 11:25 PM UTC
Is it raining, or is this a storm,
Is it a few bees, or is it a swarm,
Look at the world, look at the room,
See the lightning, hear the boom,
Take what you have take it away,
Give some more than before today,
You got a family here, a family there,
We are all here for the PWDB fair.
Im not washing the slate clean,
But i not being mean,
This war we're fighting,
Its not just writeing,
Its music, its emotion,
So if ur gonna be sick, be sick of societies poison,
Hey, oh, tell them turn it up till they cant no more,
We got the party, whos it for?
Its for all of you who come to see us,
Its for none of those from outside the sequence,
Its for the people that support us on the way,
Its for the ones who help us anyway,
We are all aliens, cause we are not of this world,
We are of the musical, so common and hit the floor,
Im not washing the slate clean,
But i not being mean,
This war we're fighting,
Its not just writeing,
Its music, its emotion,
So if ur gonna be sick, be sick of the poison,
The energy is rising in the room,
You cant deny the sound of whom,
The force of the sound, the heat of the beat,
Its more than the sound of thunder or the lightning heat,
We have our own, you have yours,
We gonna keep goin till it poors,
When it poors, we keep going,
So that everyone knows what we are showing,
We are showing the love of the sound,
For those people who cant stand up, but are proud,
For the weak who here can all stand tall,
While the strong run for cover before the fall.
So sing for the weak, and sing for the strong,
Sing for the right and sing for the wrong,
Sing for your life, cause you wont run,
Cause we arent done having some fun!
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 7:13 PM UTC