only joking only joking
so are the words of a friend
really funny really funny
so is a broken heart
break it once, break it twice
stomp on it once and again
the happier i look, the sadder i am
youve torn me clear apart
im torn in half, ripped in two
never to truly smile again
Sunday, April 1, 1990
so dreamful
i wake up in the morning
with happy thoughts of you
i live all through each day
thinking of ways to say
'i love you'
at night i go to bed
thinking of what is aid
'i wish you were here'
i know you may not see it
but its very clear to me
i know it sounds so dreamful
but im sure that we will be
'together forever'
with happy thoughts of you
i live all through each day
thinking of ways to say
'i love you'
at night i go to bed
thinking of what is aid
'i wish you were here'
i know you may not see it
but its very clear to me
i know it sounds so dreamful
but im sure that we will be
'together forever'
if one man should fall
if one man should fall
his friend should help him stand
but i hurt for the one
who has no friend
to help him up
his friend should help him stand
but i hurt for the one
who has no friend
to help him up
in this world there are so many people
in this world there are so many people
we love and hate them as they come and go
there are people we like
and there are ones we dont
were jealous when we see them prosper
we see them fall yet dont help them up
these people are you and i sometimes
were jealous of nothing
we dont even know what nothing is.
we love and hate them as they come and go
there are people we like
and there are ones we dont
were jealous when we see them prosper
we see them fall yet dont help them up
these people are you and i sometimes
were jealous of nothing
we dont even know what nothing is.
Friday, March 9, 1990
my mind is a sea of thoughts
my mind is a sea of thoughts
containing so many different things
always letting things enter
good and bad, day by day
seeing things come, but never leave
memory is so strange
collecting what it does
and never letting go
even of what we wish to forget
...memory is in control
containing so many different things
always letting things enter
good and bad, day by day
seeing things come, but never leave
memory is so strange
collecting what it does
and never letting go
even of what we wish to forget
...memory is in control
Thursday, March 1, 1990
youre so sweet, so beautiful
youre so sweet, so beautiful
do you know how much I love you?
i think of you so much each day
its so hard to know whats right
and what to say
uit sems to me you've got so much
so mcuh i cant live without
oh, i love you so much
youre all i think about
do you know how much I love you?
i think of you so much each day
its so hard to know whats right
and what to say
uit sems to me you've got so much
so mcuh i cant live without
oh, i love you so much
youre all i think about
Wednesday, February 21, 1990
with shiny eyes of glass
with shiny eyes of glass
like a teddy bear
do you approach me
with innocent stares
you look at me
you ask of all i can give
i give it to you piece by piece
you leave me with nothing
nothing but my ignorance
of the eyes that scare me
the sweet voice i hear
telling me to sleep
is the same voice i hear
telling me to die
who are you?
you think i dont know
of the one with nmo heart
you appear as my love
but you tear me apart
angel, you will never
get a hold on me
my knight is here
and he will always deliver me
from my ignorance
of who you really are...
like a teddy bear
do you approach me
with innocent stares
you look at me
you ask of all i can give
i give it to you piece by piece
you leave me with nothing
nothing but my ignorance
of the eyes that scare me
the sweet voice i hear
telling me to sleep
is the same voice i hear
telling me to die
who are you?
you think i dont know
of the one with nmo heart
you appear as my love
but you tear me apart
angel, you will never
get a hold on me
my knight is here
and he will always deliver me
from my ignorance
of who you really are...
Friday, February 2, 1990
everybodys a dreamer
everybodys a dreamer
if youre not, so am i
if people dont dream
normal things seem
so simple and dull
im a dreamer im a dreamer
if im not, so are you
if you dont dream, i wont dream
and out lives will be boring and blue
if youre not, so am i
if people dont dream
normal things seem
so simple and dull
im a dreamer im a dreamer
if im not, so are you
if you dont dream, i wont dream
and out lives will be boring and blue
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