A Normal Day
Where do the hours between five and eleven go.
Lyricist and singer. Budding writer. Everything I post is my own unless stated. Instagram @positivelyparanoid
Where do the hours between five and eleven go.
Life is selfish,. The main purpose of it is self fulfilment,. We moan about our conditions,. Even though there is always someone worse off,. But we can't all think that way,.
I started in the summer,. I couldn't believe my luck,. To do this was a dream come true,. I got out of that rut,. We met in the autumn,. Seemed like a good thing,. We spent all of our time together,.
My closets full of skeletons,. That I could never bare,. I'm staring in the face of change,. But I can't help but blink,. I shy away from opportunity,. Risks I do not take,.
We met our shadows again, For the first time in a year..
I went to the barbers and I asked how much is it for a haircut, He said five pounds, I asked how much is it for a shave, He said three pounds, I said shave my head. -Tommy Cooper-.
Teenage anxieties don't seem to exit through the same door as your hopes and dreams..
You, The one that made everything grey, Are the one I need to tell me everything will be alright..
While chasing that elusive dream, You fail to notice the one your living, Complete happiness can never be gained, As when you catch a dream, Another materialises..
I asked God where he had been and He said, After all these years he couldn't be arsed, And I didn't judge, I understood, Because after a year in the factory, I'd had enough..
Pretending you don't want something, because you can't have it..
I'm cursed or hopeless,. Longing for a heart attack,. I don't care to know where my next meal is coming from,. Five misadventures and another one due,. A back breaking bellyache,. What more can I do,.