Thursday, April 14, 2011

As Long As She Needs Me

As long as she needs me
Oh, yes, she does need me
In spite of what you see
I'm sure that she needs me

Who else would love her still
When they've been used so ill?
She knows I always will
As long as she needs me. 

I miss her so much when she is gone,
But when she's near me
I don't let on

The way I feel inside.
The love, I have to hide
The hell! I've gone my pride
As long as she needs me. 


"She doesn't say the things she should.


She acts the way she thinks she should.
But all the same,
I'll play
This game





Her way. "


As long as she needs me
I know where I must be
I'll cling on steadfastly
As long as she needs me

As long as life is long
I'll love her right or wrong, 
And somehow, I'll be strong
As long as she needs me. 

If you are lonely
Then you will know
When someone needs you, 
You love them so. 

I won't betray her trust
Though people say I must. 
I've got to stay true, 
Just as long as she needs me.



Sunday, April 10, 2011

Ballad of a thin man

You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say, "Who is that man ?"
You try so hard
But you don't understand
Just what you'll say
When you get home.

Because something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

You raise up your head
And you ask, "Is this where it is ?"
And somebody points to you and says
"It's his"
And you says, "What's mine ?"
And somebody else says, "Where what is ?"
And you say, "Oh my God
Am I here all alone ?"

But something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, "How does it feel
To be such a freak ?"
And you say, "Impossible"
As he hands you a bone.

And something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To all give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations.

You've been with the professors
And they've all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have 
Discussed lepers and crooks
You've been through all of
F. Scott Fitzgerald's books
You're very well read
It's well known.

But something is happening here
And you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says, "Here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan".

And you know something is happening 
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

Now you see this one-eyed midget
Shouting the word "NOW"
And you say, "For what reason ?"
And he says, "How ?"
And you say, "What does this mean ?"
And he screams back, "You're a cow
Give me some milk Or else go home".

Because something is happening 
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

Well, you walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law
Against you comin' around
You should be made 
To wear earphones.

Does something is happening 
And you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

Saturday, April 9, 2011

SUPERMAN

So here I am 
Doing everything I can 
Holding on to what I am 
Pretending I'm a superman 

I'm trying to keep 
The ground on my feet 
It seems the world's 
Falling down around me 

The nights are all long 
I'm singing this song 
To try and make the answers 
More than maybe 

And I'm so confused 
About what to do 
Sometimes I want to throw it all away 

I'm trying to sleep 
I lost count of the sheep 
My mind is racing faster every minute 

What could I do more 
Yeah I'm really not sure 
I know I'm running circles but I can't quit 

So here I am 
Growing older all the time 
Looking older all the time 
Feeling younger in my mind 


Controlling everything inside

I'm feeling weak 
I don't feel right 
You're telling me I have to change 
Telling me to act my age 

But if all that I can do is just sit and watch time go 
Then I'll have to say good bye 
Life's too short to watch it fly 


So watch me fly 

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Sometimes.

Sometimes, it is better for second impression.

but yet the best to do is, try blaming your self so much before you blaming others..
so dont go there, a place where i used to stand and i found NOTHING.

besides,

a MAJOR pain of lonesome.