Xpression.v2

Bit of My Thoughts (5/14/2006)

I have fallen off the face of the earth, or so it seems
I’ve just been dealing with historical birth inside my dreams
Thinking of the past and the hurt and silent screams
Now I need a chance to flirt with life and what it means
And write off what I bleed and vent off a little steam
And get a message sent, what I meant, when liars read
There’s a little bit of anger deep inside my head
But I’ll amp it up a bit when I turn the knob to ten
Cause I know I got my friends, but I got a lot questions
How can whores complain when they never found rejection
But I guess they need acceptance to fill some void inside
When a man requests the job, they simply must employ the guy
Then they just enjoy the ride, but eventually he’ll get off
Both meanings of the term, but one left her feeling so lost
But stop your god damn bitching, this is everything you chose
And you have to take the thorns when you want to take the rose
Though, I guess we have our roads and it’s harder to pull over
Than to wander the same path and let ourselves grow colder
Dealing with those people who leave and come again
Arriving every time they decide they need a friend
Or when they need a favor, just a little task at hand
But then they disappear when they’re asked to understand
Claiming they’re too busy with the life and world around then
So you search for words to say but you really never found them
Though you clench your fists and pound them, solely acting out of spite
Refusing to help out because you hope it makes things right
But, though it may seem right, you’re only playing the same role
Another part time friend who’s never there when you’re alone
And never there to share the load, like true brothers always do
That’s why I got my boy and don’t care what others do
Eighteen fucking years and still everything goes strong
Growing into men but still we’re playing the same song
With lyrics full of kindness and sacrifice and patience
Mother fucking morons, but yet we never do it tasteless
And everything goes right everytime we reach the end
There to share the pains and the bandages to mend

Notes: It flows decently well. Since I can’t really find one topic to write on, I sort of blended four (though the first is mentioned in only the second line) separate thoughts into one piece. This is a general idea of all the randomness I face every day inside my mind and the grab bag of emotions I can go through. I just hope you guys like it. I’m trying to write more often without forcing it, you know?

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