I believe in me...
I believe in you...
Yet, I won't let you control what I do...
Whatever I say...
Whatever the words...
All I really mean...
Is that I love you...
I believe in me...
I believe in you...
Yet, I won't let you control what I do...
Whatever I say...
Whatever the words...
All I really mean...
Is that I love you...
My name, it doesn't matter...
...because I life a life of hope
I wake up every morning...
...I write a brand new song
...And then I fall asleep again...
...the whole day starts a new
Again a fall asleep again...
...and there's nothing I can do...
...These days it doesn't matter living hopelessness
I awoke this morning...
...and saw a man I didn't know
He was playing a string insrtument...
...but he didn't have his bow
So, he sat there in the corner...
...and played his fingers to the bone
And as he sat there in the corner...
...I pondered the great unknown...
...Still I lay here without meaning or desirement
I live a life in which I see...
...the same things every day
The same tree blowing in the wind...
...the same cat meowing by
And in a haste I drive by...
...many exits past my home
And in a haste I drive by...
...I've finally found my home...
...This time I control how I live forevermore...
One morning I awoken....
...to a girl I've seen before
Regret never had a chance...
...because I finally took a chance...
I walked into the other room...
...I picked our child up
...And as I walked into the other room...
...my life was filled with hope...
...And life as the immortal fool will dissapate...
If things were to go as I wish,
My life would soon cease to exist
For night and day and day and night,
Only appear when you see the light.
If all my dreams were to come true,
You'd somehow know that I loved you
...And we'd share good times that all would see,
Yet the only doubts would be in me
If I had a magic genie or I held the magic lamp,
I have a feeling that my virtues would fall prey to the overt trap.
If I had the chance to make you mine,
Without the work of love and time
Your love for me would misaligned
...And I would have to write a poem, again, where all the last lines rhymed.
If things were to go as I wish,
I think I'd live a life like this
Where skies are blue...
...and tears are, too
...And life had repercussions from all the things I do
Here, I sit and wait and wait...
Waiting for my greatest mistake...
For when I see a world of power and grandeur...
The life as I wish, would never be ensured.