Some Ones Maybe
As the rain falls outside my window, a gentle song plays in my mind, nature expressing what I cannot, the sky is the color of my mood or is it my soul, yep my soul, gray like a cold statue standing still. Patience is a virtue, but one I cannot bare. I have so much to offer, but no one to give. So much yet unseen, but no eyes. So much to be felt, but no hands nor heart. The chance has come and gone for I will be nobody's, somebody's, maybe. There's always something I do wrong, I swear I could write a thousand songs.
Day turns to night and night to day, without one simple word your out to play.
When will you see me as I am inside, why do you always run and hide?
Look in my eyes and read my soul for then you'll understand, for then you'll know!
Put your feelings on a shelf for good looks, dig your nose in those lousy books.
Kiss every ones butt and cling to the past and see who is there when your the last
For if you study long you study wrong............
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