Another day
Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 6:19 am
When I look to the left of me and I see nothing, I rember,
That nothing will never break my heart.
When I wake up cold because only the wind it warping itself around me, I know,
Solitude it the best way to express our individuality.
When I feel emptiness creeping up to find itself a place in my mind, I believe
that we were made as whole and we die as whole; and never as a half of something else.
And when when I cry, the little voice in my head says,
hey foxy mama its obious your alive and kickin’, lots of fish in that there sea and I’ll bet a lot of em wanna hit this up.
So.......
when I go to sleep, I rember,
oh yes, be greatful for you have, and not what you have-not,
you have made it though another day.
That nothing will never break my heart.
When I wake up cold because only the wind it warping itself around me, I know,
Solitude it the best way to express our individuality.
When I feel emptiness creeping up to find itself a place in my mind, I believe
that we were made as whole and we die as whole; and never as a half of something else.
And when when I cry, the little voice in my head says,
hey foxy mama its obious your alive and kickin’, lots of fish in that there sea and I’ll bet a lot of em wanna hit this up.
So.......
when I go to sleep, I rember,
oh yes, be greatful for you have, and not what you have-not,
you have made it though another day.