If I was a rich man, I'd buy you some shoes. Tall boots for all the dirt you walk through. What would that do? Enable you to deal without schooling you on how to touch what's real. And if I was a smart man, I'd tell you everything that I knew and give it to you every time you need a talking to. But what would that do? Teach you my guidelines, so you can be a cheerleader at your game on the sidelines? And if I was a driver, I'd keep my headlights on to see the difference between right and wrong. I'd wear my seatbelt even when I'm in park cause I don't trust the other fools that cruise through these parts. And if I was a better cook, I'd hook up a feast. Set a table full of food for the children to eat. I encourage the nourishment so we can breathe with the knowledge that we got something accomplished. And if I was an honest man, I would stop writing songs. I'd break for a nervous breakdown for breakfast, tell everyone I knew to stay away from making music, it ain't nothing but a confusing mess. And if I was you, I wouldn't hear a word I said, wouldn't trust nothing that started up inside my head. I'd make a conscious effort to live instead of trying to kill the monsters that reside underneath the bed. And if I was a hurt man I'd find a way to put my faith into a woman that could take me from today. Maybe I need somebody that could save me from the parts of myself that keep making me crazy. And if I was a wise man I'd climb to the top of the mountain peak to think about strength versus weakness. I'd find a point that rests a couple of feet above your head and figure out how I could try to help you reach it. And if I did have a choice, I'd never want to live forever. Just let me have a voice so I can make my points. I can't imagine running a race with no finish line. Just let me keep my pace and make the most of my time. I love giving but I'm bad at receiving. The truth is, I'd prefer to be the one bleeding. But I'm a paranoid that stays between play and work. Cautious and aware, cause I'm afraid of being hurt. Which brings me to the issue, and that would be this... how often must I ask myself why I exist? I feel like a freak, this world is a circus. Just trying to find myself as well as my purpose. And if I was santa claus, I'd fight for the cause, and wouldn't expect nothing in return. I'd give you everything you want, I'd be everything you need. So you can take my hand and I can take the lead.
Unknown "~My Lil Rocker~" Unwell - 16 years, 2 months ago