The problem with me is cold indecence,
so afraid of the day that you won't remember me,
escapism beats ,rhymes, drugs and men,
the problem with you, you let yourself stop believing
and now you're afraid of your own thoughts and feelings,
forgot how to share what I loved most about you,
lost your voice now no choice but to doubt you,
the problem with the people that I stay surrounded with,
they all wanna replace faith with a psychologist,
bring the evolution where the thinking is pollution,
when their swallowing the balance and theyre drinking the solution,
the problem with the people I wont stand next to,
they dont hear the songs that we sing for the rescue,
"the keys of life", "the bass line of sadness",
untill people that dont have reach out and grab it,
the problem with love is it lives in a book now,
the problem with drugs is theyre too f***ing good now,
the problem with logic is theres too many loopholes,
the problem with truth is its usually brutal,
the problem is I cant trust most of what I see,
so f*** it all the problems of life must be me... GOD LOVES UGLY *smiles*
i'm not a perfect girl. my hair doesn't always stay in place & i spill things a lot. i'm pretty clumsy & and sometimes i have a broken heart. my friends & i sometimes fight & maybe somedays nothing goes right. but when i think about it & take a step back i remember how amazing life truly is & that maybe. just maybe. i like being unperfect.....
Banging words on a typewriter, I guess they call it painting in a cave. There's a word I can't remember and a feeling I cannot escape now my ashtray's overflowing, I'm still staring at a blank page.
When the world is shakin' and nothing stands I'll hold on to your hand.
