Why is Life Like That
Why try or even look again
when my brush is ready, even
though I already know it’s going to
be wrong even when its right.
It’s not too late to see what
a fool I am, but there’s one
little thing I can do and that’s
to take back my love.
if you know where it’s at, give me
back the key to my heart. When
you’re out of my mind and I’m no
longer about, you’ll be depressed
unless you treat me kind and gentle,
but that isn’t what I’m talking about.
I’ve got to have everything back. That
includes all the love I’ve freely given you.
That’s the way it is. You’ve done me wrong.
You taught my thoughts that nothing’s
happening in the woods where you go to
even if I ask you to stay. When I
see you crossing the field, my thoughts
grow wild like the flowers grew until
you trampled them to the ground.
You’re hearts gonna be broken and
so is your face if you don’t act like
a good friend and give me back what
I’ve given you during our disastrous past.
I’m the man and when you cross me, you
take your life in hand and no matter that
you say you’ll return everything I’ve given
you, and when music plays inside my brain,
I can’t understand why is life like that?life > poetry