You're always brilliant in the morning, Smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee. Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you. You loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones As I clumsily strummed my guitar. You'd teach me of honest things, Things that were daring, things that were clean. Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean. I hid my soiled hands behind my back. Somewhere along the line, I must've gone Off track with you.
patience. a virtue i must learn.
i really hate myself sometimes. for believing in what's not worth believing for dreaming dreams that will not come true.
but i know it's all going to be alright.
/ guilty until proven innocent
Prologue.
Yi Ying.
SNGS4truth08 SN CHOIRalto2 13SLC OT
Rants
Longing for your voice ;
Believe
it won't ever change
I get lost in the beauty
Of everything i see
The world ain't as half as bad
As they paint it to be
If all the sons
If all the daughters
Stopped to take it in
Well hopefully the hate subsides and the love can begin
It might start now
