in my head i hear voices
one says relax and shut up,
the other says go and don't stop till u drop,
they like to play tricks
and games they do play
on my poor little head
in my bed as i lay.
they make me want to dance
an uncontrollable dance,
from the tip to the toes
and by the seat of my pants.
and they make me want to know
what it's like, could i see
what it's like when a year is an anniversary for me.
but i know myself better,
and i'll fuck it up,
not for any other reason
except i know myself, but,
could this time be the time?
could this day be the day
wen my life takes it's turn
and again, i regain
control of myself,
of my dreams hopes and fears,
and look back on them kindly
in a couple of years.
this time is the time.
no more time to waste,
it's now or it's never
and you're alone in the race.
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