I don't know who I am,
Stuck doing what I can
I wonder what I lost
Before this life began.
Wondering at the cost.
Wondering what I've lost.
Staring up at the sky
Thinking about Faust.
And again it's do or die:
No one to tell me why I try
I feel so lost but still I am
Stuck here without reply.
I've figured it out.
ReplyDeleteLove that is drought
that makes me sad
to be entirely without.
I sit in my pad,
wondering to make me glad,
wondering what this love has become.
I sit and wonder about shoulder pads.
But still I feel so dumb,
and everything looks glum.
Tell me again what I lost
when I ate that date plum.
(See, see what this crap gets you?!
More crap I say! =P)
But you broke the meter
ReplyDeleteSundered it from feet
to Feet, just like a
Rotten little bleeter.
The lie: 'I cannot get'
Explains much, and let
Such a thing be just a
warning to not forget.