Drained like a battery in a toy that's been too much played
Strung along as though a puppet on a string
Dancing for the organ grinder in the streets
No one wants to trade for peanuts these days
Lemonds make lemonade but just as bitter without that sugars sweet taste
Honey straight from the hive comes with a sting
The rose has a thorn that will make you bleed
Hevan or hell waits for everyman between a woman's legs
The air is fresh on a cold crisp day
Patience is a virtue until it's your turn to wait
All answers can be found in the apples taste
What do you give when you cannot pay
Leave it alone and it will come back one day
Stare at the stars for a moment to escape
Lend a hand but never give it away
Smell a flower on the first spring day
No comments:
Post a Comment