Have you ever wondered what it'd be like to fly?
Or wondered what happens after you die?
What kind of person are you?
A person that lives for the moment?
If so do you hold it?
Or disown it?
And the people that judge us by our actions.
Does the world judge us for our mistakes?
And the dastardly bastards that do judge us.
For nothing more then the color of our skin.
Or our religion.
I say drink to the past.
Raise to the future.
What is the purpose of my tears?
What is the purpose of my fears?
Why does life pass us by so quick?
How can i make my mark stick like an ice pick?
I've said to much.
And drank to little.
Will the doors open for me?
Will champain fall from the sky?
Why do i think so much better when i'm high?
Why do i love so much?
When will you love me back?
If not then why do you waste your time with me?
I'm gonna go now because i've drank to much.
And said to little...
