As I sit here wondering
if time will run out on me
before the ink in this pen
Is the cost of running away from love
higher than the price you pay
when it finds you?
Both of these options
are very expensive on the soul
All of that figuring and balancing
trying to determine
one's weight in gold
Being broke
is a very unnerving feeling
And I'm not just talking about empty pockets
That ain't nothing any job can't fix
An empty heart is more difficult to fill
For some of us
love is a commodity that don't always mix
And it is not as if one can discover
this fact right away
Not when time which is never on your side
so diligently keeps the truth at bay
I think they call this little discovery
life
You know
the one better known as a b*tch
Yeah
the one saturated in strife
You know
the one that causes you to stress
and to itch
Scratching and rubbing
wearing your skin so thin
Can you last longer
than the ink in this pen..
I was just wondering...
MoodSwingz_1998