They'll leave you
at least that's all i know
not to be negative
but trust me; you'll go
fortunetly for everyone
(and the good of man)
i will keep loving
like the broken heart that could
keep fighting
for that right to love
but...
you know what?
i really want to run
with makeup and a gun
no one will know me
i'll order a brilliant
fake ID
and wear
hippee jewelry
and sleep under bridges
and paint crazy graffiti
but where would that get me?
crumbled in a corner
thinking that i'm free...