There's often cracks on the wall that i don't notice and I'd be a fool not to recognise it's effect on the soul.
Only a fool would see it to late and frankly it's not hate not far from love i think i need to release a dove this moment
I'm sure you understand this simple man and my good simple pleasures don't escape me even when cracks on my shield wall starts to show
Is this the life everyone wants a simple trigger sys a reaction and now my world's no longer bigger? Maybe folks are nothing but tools
It's funny for the soul. At times the path looks like it's becoming all fun and games then reality hits and your not no longer in pain.
Am i going insane? I'm looking for distraction with some big action, like action Jackson. Get it going son.
It's easy to self destruct when you see life as a lemon. I'm not making lemonade. I look up and get clouds appear oh how i wish i can make them disappear.
I think I'm a fool that's standing in a tool and I'm so confused my spine fused into a single thing and I'm not even sure why my hurt fails to sing.
