Sometimes... myself
Sometimes I stay around, lay around, play around for reals...
But really i just wanna lounge, dance around, and maybe have a few beers.
It’s been years, but sometimes the tears fall around, hit the ground, filled with fear...
Some times your not around, in my darkest hour, to catch my pain,
far or near, I see no cure.
Sometimes I’m in the dark, but other times...
I make no remark to what most people hear...
Sometimes this mind of mine, is relaxed at times, other times however,
I can’t see myself in the mirror...
What you hear, is not what I hear, it’s YOUR interpretation that is here...
What you feel, what you see, is what God wants for you, to be clear.
Sometimes... sometimes... It’s not about whats far... but what’s right here.
Sometimes... sometimes... I wish sometimes... That myself would become more
than just my some-times.
