Chasing madness over Something I can only barely conceive. What's happened to me? And if I get there, will I Be so satisfied, I won't need a thing? Even to breathe?
Oh God, if You can hear me now, (yeah) What's this drama all about? Do you watch the world like we're on TV? (yeah) A little prime time reality…
Cory, Amy, Michael, Biggie, Tupac, Whitney, River, Brittany, Chris, Heath, and on and on… And I could read this list till the break of dawn, But It's never gonna stop till we take it on; I'm afraid it'll be me before I finish this song. "I'm on the brink of something!" That's what everybody says, Tryin' to think of how to make it while I- I- I- I- I-I-I I'm lying in my bed, cry in in my head, Hoping I'll accomplish what I want before I'm dead. I'm staying optimistic, but I gotta get fed. Racing the clock, like everyone else, Hanging by a thread- Don't ask me why I'm chasing this madness; I'm facing reality one fragment at a time. My past is really where it began- I've I'ma give it to ya straight: I was touched when I was nine.
Chasing madness over Something I can only barely conceive. What's happened to me? And if I get there, will I Be so satisfied, I won't need a thing? Even to breathe?
Oh God, if You can hear me now, (yeah) What's this drama all about? Do you watch the world like we're on TV? (yeah) A little prime time reality….
Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, done. Seven years in, and that's when I started playing, Had to put my feelings somewhere, 'cause I was so angry- Crazy, changing, hormones raging, Teenage angst and legit shit that I was facing. Well maybe I was caving, but there was no escaping. Thankfully, I still knew my life was worth saving. So that's why I sat up in that room at night, With the pen in my hand, and a blue lava light Propped up nice on the desk that my Mama gave me, Shining ever so softly, illuminating the pages and I would just wait for the words to flow out of me like coffee- Pouring poems on paper, A magic concoction. From that day forward, It all became clear. My gift is my defense, But my Heart is why I'm here.
Chasing madness over Something I can only barely conceive. What's happened to me? And if I get there, will I Be so satisfied, I won't need a thing? Even to breathe?
Oh God, if You can hear me now, (yeah oh yeah) What's this drama all about? Do you watch the world like we're on TV? (yeah) A little prime time reality….
Well, I don't know what I've been told, But this shit sure is getting old. 'Cause how many times do I have to hear, "Hold your head up high, dear." ?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
