Suicide's an option E-Book

Steve Price

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Lyrics with explanations. Lyrics of darkness, insight, hope and love. A more personal look at my life and how I have seen and see things through complicated eyes. Life is not a bed of roses, life is not easy. But we all can overcome.

Leseprobe

Steve Price

Suicide's an option

To the mystery thoughts that fly around my mindBookRix GmbH & Co. KG80331 Munich

All the birds have flown

And there she stands,

Face pressed against the window,

Watching the rainfall,

Watching the days pass her by,

And here she stands,

Sees no reflection,

Feels pain and rejection,

No tears left too cry,

All her birds have flown their nest,

All her pages have been ripped,

All her dreams have been lived,

Nothing left to missed,

She’s on her own,

And here she stands,

Under the halo of a thorny crown,

Trapped by the four walls that surround,

Caught in a landslide of silent sound,

She’s all alone,

She’s all alone,

She’s all alone,

CHORUS

And here she stands,

Looking into the mirror of her life,

Trying to understand wrong from right,

Watching days pass by,

And here she stands,

Alone in a crowded room,

So many memories flown the coup,

She’s asking why,

CHORUS

This relates to my mother and how un-close a family we are

Another way to say goodbye

One of these days, (I won’t come home)

One of these days, (I’ll let you go)

One of these days, (I won’t travel that road)

One of these days, (you’ll be on your own)

Time is slipping away,

The words have been written,

So! There’s nothing left to say,

Time is a ticking bomb,

The charges have been set,

The guilty proved wrong,

Who knows the future?

Who knows when tomorrow will come?

CHORUS

I don’t want to lose you,

I don’t have the choice,

I just need their approval,

I don’t want to say goodbye,

Put a gun to my head,

Sing me your lullaby,

Who knows the future?

Who knows when tomorrow will come?

CHORUS

I’m not trouble,

I live my life trying to please,

I don’t sleep in the double,

Unless I travel that road,

And I sing with the breeze,

Who knows the future?

Who knows when tomorrow will come?

CHORUS

At the time I was in uncertain times, not knowing my immediate future and was in a real low place

Bad blood

Bad blood,

I have bad blood,

I have bad blood running,

Running through my veins,

Can’t forgive, cannot recede,

I can’t hold out a hand of friendship,

I can’t forget history,

Fifty years, hardly a sound,

Fifty years, you were not around,

Briefly you held out a hand,

But I had grown,

I’d become a man,

CHORUS

Need a transfusion,

Need to be clear,

I don’t want you running, I don’t want you near,

It’s not hate,

Too late for hate,

Much too late,

I just don’t need you,

CHORUS

I cut myself and I see you,

You run down my arm,

Like you ran when I was small,