Psychotic Rock Star

The melancholy life of the Psychotic wannabe Rock Star.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

one girl, one cigarette, one morning too early

I'm up too damned early for my fucking good.

It's too warm and I can't sleep. I'm too warm. I've had pretty interesting conversations earlier today. Say around 3-ish 4. I need to learn how to tap into that energy. Need to learn how to control it. I might just go on a mad rampage but I don't care. Heh.

I'm one man to make a difference
I'm one soul all persistence
In a dark word, just trying to make things right
Choices we weren't given
Any heroes, and our decision
Is to stand up and fight for ourselves

To be free
Is all we want to be
When everything seems so far out of reach
But I know, no matter where we go
I'll never stop believing in me

Woke up bent and broken
Just to find that fate has spoken
All I call out I call out for change
For every moment that remains
For every sinking stone to find its place
Long before they're washed away

To be free
Is all we want to be
When everything seems so far out of reach
But I know, no matter where we go
I'll never stop believing in me

We've been giving in to wrong
We've been waiting for too long
And we've been broken to pieces one by one

We're gonna know
We're gonna know
When the moment comes

To be free
Is all we want to be
When everything seems so far out of reach
But I know, no matter where we go
I'll never stop believing in me

Believing, The Calling


I believe that I need to go back to sleep.

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