The funny thing is I used to believe The problem Lied inside myself Like maybe
Who am I... But this old birdhouse Teetering Over the sea Waving around
Sometimes we search for more answers when really it might not even matter the answer is–
Little fishy, in your bowl trapped by the glass that holds your water - your life so like my body
I watch you Do you see me Following with my eyes Handsome, tall With a vampires grin
Buttercups sparkle with dewdrops in the morning
I find myself Questioning myself What is it I should know What am
I’ve died A thousand Times already
When would you decide? They were all waiting... I was waiting The problem I refused to settle
The Lunatic, The Lover, The Poe… I have so many feelings sometimes just bursting to get out The lunatic –sometimes I get ahea… of myself, I wish I could stop
Today my day to do anything I wanted
I was someplace Long ago Small town It’s all black & white They’re going
Who would have thought? I would have never this is where we’d be Everyone & everything happen to us for
Creepy, Crawling, Emergency I felt the urgency running up and down the walls light another, smoke rendered the… and I relinquished in its purity
I have to find... what is it that I wish to find... (bartender another) I see the bottom