MACstar
Bluelighter
These are the lyrics to a song I wrote. I'm kinda bored, sorry. This is about friends and girlfriends turning their back on me when I needed them the most.
When one is homeless,
It just means their hopeless,
Don't give em' no chance,
Failure is their stance. Failure is their stance.
Change.
Can ya spare some change?
The pace of intoxicated waltz,
That demeanor of yours,
Turning false.
Your eyes wide, expecting truth.
Her cheeks milk-white, excepting ruge.
It makes me sick, you make me sick
It makes me sick, you make me sick.
I liked to think of you on my list of friends,
Well just go on ahead and dig yourself a trench,
Your a prince among fiends, bouquet to stench.
When on is homeless,
It just means their hopeless,
Don't give em' no chance,
Failure is their stance. Failure is their stance.
Change.
Can ya spare some change?
As I go walking by, my reflection. In your eyes.
You dressed in Sex last night. Now in Sundays best.
All you said was, "Hi"
It makes me sick, you make me sick,
It makes me sick, you make me sick.
Your a Harp among chimes,
Poetry to apologies.
Well I'm homeless.
Cause I'm fuckin hopeless,
Don't gimme no chance,
I'm a car with no brakes I'll crash. I'm a car with no brakes I'll CRASH.
I'LL CRASH!
fin.
hee-hee.
When one is homeless,
It just means their hopeless,
Don't give em' no chance,
Failure is their stance. Failure is their stance.
Change.
Can ya spare some change?
The pace of intoxicated waltz,
That demeanor of yours,
Turning false.
Your eyes wide, expecting truth.
Her cheeks milk-white, excepting ruge.
It makes me sick, you make me sick
It makes me sick, you make me sick.
I liked to think of you on my list of friends,
Well just go on ahead and dig yourself a trench,
Your a prince among fiends, bouquet to stench.
When on is homeless,
It just means their hopeless,
Don't give em' no chance,
Failure is their stance. Failure is their stance.
Change.
Can ya spare some change?
As I go walking by, my reflection. In your eyes.
You dressed in Sex last night. Now in Sundays best.
All you said was, "Hi"
It makes me sick, you make me sick,
It makes me sick, you make me sick.
Your a Harp among chimes,
Poetry to apologies.
Well I'm homeless.
Cause I'm fuckin hopeless,
Don't gimme no chance,
I'm a car with no brakes I'll crash. I'm a car with no brakes I'll CRASH.
I'LL CRASH!

fin.
hee-hee.
