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The Final Page
February 4, 2012
Expressing what’s really
inside me
Is the only way I can truly be free
Growing tired of reacting
to pain
I wanna hop on the night train
Leave here and watch the insane
And then live my life
But how can I start again now?
All of these madmen
Have demanded that I bow!
They have negative words
about me in their so-called notes
I’ve read the lies, distortions and forced statements they wrote
This is a battle of control with some psychotic, radical
fundamentalists
Good thing reason, logic, common sense and the law runs the rest of
us
I’m in paradise looking
for a better one
I might as well be afraid, on the run
Why can’t I enjoy this wonderful place?
Why can’t I focus on that tongue on your face?
I guess I’m just angry and
disillusioned now
I’ve seen how loved ones and family act – wow!
I think I’m worried I
might break a new girl’s heart
I’m probably not your man or your missing part
So maybe we should just dumb it down and have some fun
How'd ya hear I have criminal charges and the cops got my gun?
Well, it’s true and I’m
not sure what I could offer you.
Like hanging around and talking about shit that's true?
Cuz if I see you more than once, that might be what we do
This is gonna be fun and I’m sure it’ll feel like brand new
It’s time for me to
explore and see what I like again
It’s not a matter of if, but only a question of when
While I’m behind the 8
ball
I just don’t feel 10 feet tall
In fact, I’m feeling quite small
I’m on the last page, but
it’s really the first one
I’m writing, staring straight into the shining sun
I'm alive and I'm definitely ready for some fun
So, let's go yo, come on, let's get-err done
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