The seriousness of the situation,
is that we never know the strength of the opponent we are facing
We like to look at the world figuratively
Instead of realizing that we should say what we really mean
There is a lot that can be hidden behind pride
Emotions can deflect like a shield that we find ourselves hiding behind.
Its crazy
I can't figure it out
I understand that I am weird
but does that mean we have to shout?
I think the noise becomes apart of the silence
The room gets cold and I keep wondering what I did
"Maybe I wasn't quiet enough when I was sleeping last night"
Or maybe the tide and the moon just aren't set quite right
Maybe the aroma of my skin is secreting a deadly pheromone
I thought I was doing the right think but obviously I was dead wrong
I wonder
If my life were a ball could I spin it all backwards?
So I could align it all up and live life more accurate
Sit up in your attic and throw your shit
I will just hang out behind you whenever you're ready to quit
I know we will get older and this will be funny
I am OK with sitting back and playing like I'm a dummy
You can beat me up and I'll be whatever you need me to
But it's only because I feel like I can see right through you
I believe
That I am only as strong as my weakest thought
Recently, I have realized I am not strong and that is why I am twisted
Could my life have come and gone and maybe I just missed it?
Give me a banana maybe even two
I'll show you what this Gorilla can really do
You'd be so surprised it will leave you in stitches
And you can just go off riding brooms with all of the other witches!
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