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 I don't do well when dealing with positivity, and I, don't exactly enjoy the attitude that life is rainbow and butterflies, For me the world is full of misery, layers of hostility, Most don't wake up to face the music, they'll steal yours before you choose it. To me it just ain't working fine, can we find another way? Another time? We keep undermining a perfectly good day, it just ain't paying off, so why, can't we let go, and leave it all behind? I guess at least we tried, some things are good in the world anyway. I always thought that I would be the one who chose positivity, but now I just live negatively, knowing there's a lack of common sense, then the voices keep guiding my hand, those thoughts still in my head, those thoughts still in my head. It's still not working fine, can we find another way? Another time? We keep undermining a perfectly good day, it just ain't paying off, so why, can't we let go, and leave it all behind? I guess at least we tried, some things are good in the world anyway. Living in a world where everybody thinks they know everything, I confess they still know nothing, I go by the touch and the feels of the songs they sing, I go by feel about pretty much behind the scenes. It ain't working fine for me, I'm just saying, that's how it is, it ain't working fine for me, just another perfectly messed up day. A perfectly messed up day. It's still not working fine, can we find another way? Another time? We keep undermining a perfectly good day, it just ain't paying off, so why, can't we let go, and leave it all behind? I guess at least we tried, some things are good in the world anyway. It just ain't paying off, so why, can't we let go, and leave it all behind?   He spent years in the shadow of his own undoing, Feet always ready, heart never pursuing. Trouble sang softly at the edge of each day, But he’d lace up his shoes and just run away. The echoes of questions, the weight of regret, Like songs half-remembered he tried to forget. His life was a rhythm of dodging the tune, Afraid that the music would play out too soon. But sunrise grows bolder as night starts to fade, And silence, he found, is where courage is made. One morning he stopped, with the world standing still, And heard in his heart a new kind of thrill. “Face the music,” they said, and he finally heard The wisdom that trembled behind every word. No longer a fugitive, no longer alone, He danced with his problems, a life overgrown. There, in the spotlight, he found he could bear The notes that once haunted, now lighter than air. For running brought distance but never relief, While facing the music uncovered belief.   Come On, Come All, Shoot To Thrill, Many Secrets To Spill. Who Dare Ask The Right Questions? I Am Open To Suggestions. Do Not Be Scared, We Do Not Bite. Care To Find Out More? Ask Away And You Just Might. X Marks The Spot, El Lo Sabe, Xavier's His Name, El Tiene La Clave, Like Moth To Flame, Nada Grave, No Te Preocupes, Solo Hay Momentos Agradables.  Arte de: |
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