FixXxer
Bluelighter
id lay in the sand,
id cry on command,
what i cant stand,
she wont hold my hand.
like a rubber band i bounce back,
steady from the crack,
odds still stack,
but i know i can hack.
cheat the black side,
hang on for a ride,
never satisfied,
a love lost, my heart died.
im so fried, i lost my mind,
new words defined,
as i scratch another line,
i can feel it in my spine,
as a form one more rhyme.
the time seems to slow on these drugs,
beating my mind and body like thugs,
roll me in rugs,
and hit me, no one shrugs,
continue... im useless like bugs.
packin nugs, you'd think im depressed,
maybe im obsessed,
with a feeling i undressed,
maybe too soon, i felt blessed.
i was wrong. the love was a test.
i now nest my heart in an unruled place,
which i already left for that ace,
return... unarmed, im a basketcase,
that love was true, i could see it in her face.
am i really happy with it?
sometimes.
do i really care?
sometimes.
is she happy with it?
yes.
does she really care?
yes.
why cant i always feel so sure,
like i did, when i was pure.
maybe im mature,
but i think its the cure.
too mature for the one i see,
within me.
developing under my wing,
she loves to hear me sing.
she catches the message i throw,
whether its said fast or slow,
i can tell she always knows.
im mature.
but im too young to realize it.
damn, i pride in my inside.
but i cant explain my brain.
can you?
id cry on command,
what i cant stand,
she wont hold my hand.
like a rubber band i bounce back,
steady from the crack,
odds still stack,
but i know i can hack.
cheat the black side,
hang on for a ride,
never satisfied,
a love lost, my heart died.
im so fried, i lost my mind,
new words defined,
as i scratch another line,
i can feel it in my spine,
as a form one more rhyme.
the time seems to slow on these drugs,
beating my mind and body like thugs,
roll me in rugs,
and hit me, no one shrugs,
continue... im useless like bugs.
packin nugs, you'd think im depressed,
maybe im obsessed,
with a feeling i undressed,
maybe too soon, i felt blessed.
i was wrong. the love was a test.
i now nest my heart in an unruled place,
which i already left for that ace,
return... unarmed, im a basketcase,
that love was true, i could see it in her face.
am i really happy with it?
sometimes.
do i really care?
sometimes.
is she happy with it?
yes.
does she really care?
yes.
why cant i always feel so sure,
like i did, when i was pure.
maybe im mature,
but i think its the cure.
too mature for the one i see,
within me.
developing under my wing,
she loves to hear me sing.
she catches the message i throw,
whether its said fast or slow,
i can tell she always knows.
im mature.
but im too young to realize it.
damn, i pride in my inside.
but i cant explain my brain.
can you?
