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Take it as it Comes   Leave a comment

Jump into the taxi
that pulls up to my side
I can’t see the driver
no such thing as a free ride
Cruise along the front page
Not sure of what we’ll find
Pass an all night website,
time to press rewind
 
Print an image of a dream
that I don’t recognise
I’m sure that I’d remember
if I had survived
Racing now past curfew
they’re pulling up the bridge
Shoot an arrow across their bow
They’re telling me how to live
(Don’t take me to the bridge)
 
Can’t change what’s done,
Life’s a loaded gun
Take it as it comes
 
If I don’t go crazy
I’m sure to go insane
I really need to find myself
but when did I escape           
Don’t close me in these four walls
I really need my space
We really must do lunch sometime
Same time, another fake
(Gotta get away)
 
Move a little closer,
have you got the edge
Parallel two-step,
on a narrow ledge
 
The chorus of a morning,
mass murder of midnight
Life’s a price we all must pay,
does anyone get it right
Time’s the untamed master,
hands faster than the eye
Reaching the conclusion,
not a theory in sight
(Driving blind)
 

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Posted April 11, 2013 by Jon Johanson in Uncategorized

Emotionally Bankrupt in a Garden of Lies   Leave a comment

You say the words
But they’re not meant
they don’t sound true
How could they
But it’s the only way you know
To survive
And your words do fool most
Those who want them to be real
Want it to be real
Sometimes though
I think your words
even fool you
 
Have you been swept away
By your own charade
Lost in your garden of lies
Lies which grow
And spread
And multiply
As you nurture them
As you feed them
Bring them more to life
To a point
When even you believe them to be true
Blurred and lost between the lies
And the truth
 
You know which buttons to press
A caring caress
A gentle touch
When you want someone 
to do something for you
With a lingering look
You control
Because that’s what it’s all about
With you
You manipulate
To get what you want
What you desire
You offer false hope
But none of it is real
And the price is far too high
Will leave them
Emotionally bankrupt 
But still they pay
Desperate to believe
That they are the one
For you
 
Is it sympathy
You are after
So they want to rescue you
When you tell them
one of your hard luck stories
Or are you really looking to be loved
To find true love
But if they knew the truth
They’d feel sorry for you
Or is it just a game
With you the controller
The puppet master
You pull the strings
The heart strings
Cut them with a knife
Because in the end
It’s you
Who will lose
And who will end up
alone.

Posted April 7, 2013 by Jon Johanson in Uncategorized