Lying on the bed
He has a hell lot runnin' through his head
He wants to vent it out
But he doesn't know what to talk about
He picks up a paper and a pen
And suddenly, there's a message from his friend
"Hey, how are you? It's been a long time!"
And he says, "All's well; I'm doin' just fine!"
He's happy, but he's sad too
What's this feeling, even he doesn't have a clue
He wants to smile and he wants to cry
Lookin' back at all that's come 'n' gone by
"Enough of it!", he says to himself
He doesn't care if he doesn't get the best
Live each day as it comes, they say
You never know if it was or it may
Fuck fear and drink chilled beer
And life gets goin' in the top gear!
Saturday, October 07, 2006
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