They lose their mind and they lose their heads
They live on with this life like a crack-head on meds
They talk and talk and their words make no sense
They are a movie, with lots of acting and a thriller suspense
Would you want me that way, or want me as me
Would you like me for who i am or for who you want me to be.
Would you see me and see the real colours and holes
Or would you stare! till stare blurs out your eye balls
Who are they and who is me, is not the same at all
Who you are and who you're not it a mystic wonder fall
I'm not up to my head, I'm inside it, I'm the brain
I'm change, I don't follow, I pave my own lane
But if I'm not what they are, and I don't do what they do
I'm boring, and my art has nothing to do with you
Like art in many shapes, forms and format I come in
Only to the worthy, I'm appreciated, but no such in men
Those great artists and poets and everything they ever said
Was only appreciated when they turned to oil, I mean dead
Will you see me, when I'm just dust that makes you sneeze?
Or will I be in your summer day, that winter gentle breeze
Me!! Ooh you talk so much, and you always have something to say
But "me" stop bugging him will you!! He is not appreciating you today
Go to sleep now, talk tomorrow
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They live on with this life like a crack-head on meds
They talk and talk and their words make no sense
They are a movie, with lots of acting and a thriller suspense
Would you want me that way, or want me as me
Would you like me for who i am or for who you want me to be.
Would you see me and see the real colours and holes
Or would you stare! till stare blurs out your eye balls
Who are they and who is me, is not the same at all
Who you are and who you're not it a mystic wonder fall
I'm not up to my head, I'm inside it, I'm the brain
I'm change, I don't follow, I pave my own lane
But if I'm not what they are, and I don't do what they do
I'm boring, and my art has nothing to do with you
Like art in many shapes, forms and format I come in
Only to the worthy, I'm appreciated, but no such in men
Those great artists and poets and everything they ever said
Was only appreciated when they turned to oil, I mean dead
Will you see me, when I'm just dust that makes you sneeze?
Or will I be in your summer day, that winter gentle breeze
Me!! Ooh you talk so much, and you always have something to say
But "me" stop bugging him will you!! He is not appreciating you today
Go to sleep now, talk tomorrow
Copyright Reserved©Faroohz