I've been sitting watching life pass from the side lines, been waiting for a dream to seep in through my blinds. I wonder what might happen, if I left this all behind, would the wind be at my back? Could I get you off my mind, this time?
its just... i look at you and i see the kind of person i want to spend the rest of my life with. And i know i probably sound crazy but ive never been able to lookat someone the way i look at you. how am i so lucky? its like everythjng that i ever accomplished and achieved is all paid off for. i have you and thats all i want. i never want to let you go. youre so adorable. you have to give your self more credit. youre beautiful smart you have an awesome personality and a great sense of humor. who wouldnt want to be you? its funny cause i consider myself lucky for having the privelige just to say youre all mine! i love you.
*~*~*~ Cinderella Man *~*~*~ A modest man from Mandrake Tavelled rich to the city He had a need to discover A use for his newly-found health Because he was human Because he had goodness Because he was moral They called him insane Delusions of grandeur Visions of splendour A manic depressive He walks in the rain Eyes wide open Heart undefended Innocence untarnished Cinderella Man Doing that you can They can't understand What it means Cinderella Man Hang on your plans Try as they might They cannot steal your dreams In the betrayal of his love he awakened To face the world of cold reality And a look in the eyes of the hungry Awakened him to what he could do
*~*~*~ War Paint *~*~*~ girl before the mirror appraises her disguise child become a mother tries to fix her eyes no more of his excuses she can keep her fantasy if she can gey away paint her name on a one-way street painted cheeks with angry heat wounded pride on painted eyes paint the night with battlecries all puffed up with vanity we see what we want to see to the beautiful and the wise the mirror always lies boy before the mirror checks his camouflage polishes his armor and the charger in the garage no more lame excuses it has to be tonight he can take the princess if he can take the fight pound the drums with martial beat pound the streets with marching feet wounded pride, distorted eyes paint the night with battlescries all puffed with vanity we see what we want to see to the powerful and wise the mirror always lies boys and girls together mistake conceit for pride —ambition for illusion —dreams for self-delusion girls and boys together see what it is we lack boys and girls together let's paint the mirror black paint it black