This is the story of my life,
making mistakes only to make them again,
even though its done before some how its not the same,
releasing tears but muffling cries,
siting on the usual bus and having the usual sigh,
its just another day in the many ahead.
Lying in bed on a Sunday morning,
i dream the dreams i want to make,
i take the advice i want to take,
I'm not asking for a second chance,
just to be able to sing and dance.
I'm like a child with an adults mind,
i don't laugh and joke,
i want to scream not choke,
the words that get caught in my mouth
i dream of traveling alone down south.
Were the waves can wash away my memories,
and bring on shore my dreams,
Ive learned nothing is as it seams,
people lie and people cheat,
your enemy could be your best friend,
at the beginning its almost the end.
The trees loose there leaves
why cant i loose my memories,
they hold me back its like a rope,
all you can do is pray and hope,
but here i go another day.
Friends and family lost and found,
listening to a song but hearing no sound,
my life is worthless to me,
it could mean more to you,
if you love me like you say you do.
When September comes,
I'm away and gone,
I'm going to sign my life away,
i cant take another day,
It will be worse when i come back,
all my belongings in one big sack.
Ill see the world and visit the people,
ill do what i want to do,
ill live my dreams,
but what to do after that..
I'm not sure yet.
I wonder where my path will take me,
maybe some where good or some where not.
all i can say is that i don't believe in destiny,
i don't like the thought that my life is being led,
ill choose my path,
wrong or right,
instead.
