Clocks and jobs and machines.
Bills and aches and sweat.
Too often my hopes were just dreams,
What did we want? What did we get?
They say what doesn't kill you,
That it'll make you strong.
Who ever says that is half crazy,
'cause that's totally wrong.
No body is really free
Everyone's selling their time.
All this running and standing still
is driving me out of my mind
Lets just walk in the woods today.
Let me take hold of your hand.
There's something that I have to say,
I'm so glad that I'm your man.
and I love you heart and soul
I love you heart and soul
heart and soul
heart and soul.
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Poetry & Lyric of a death obsessed megalomaniac with an inferiority Complex.
PoetryA collection of poems & lyric that became songs. By a once, "closet poet". Was this person mentally stable when he wrote some of these?. Is this a reflection of someone's life and feelings, or just, "made up for impact, effect, and reaction? The wri...
