Bruised Control
roth102084
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I’ve got a bruised control that long ago
I buried it like a seed, way inside of me
It’s a bloody nose, but as it goes
It satisfies my only need, yes indeed
I’m in a crocket place, dissecting space
And my arms won’t let me get out of control
And you know I’ll do what I’m told
Above a cloudy path, a light in half
Of the time it should have took…in another mans book
I feel it everyday, the blank bills that I pay
I sit there and I take a look…in every way I’ve become a crook
A crook….
And the people I’m with
They all walk away
With a kind of a look
Well lets just say
If this was your little kid
And they were looking at him
You’d shake up and depart
I’ve got a bruised control, in a dirty soul
Mixed together with a little taste of wine
But really I’m fine
I’m struck with a ray, when I woke up today
Mixed with a line…time to take it away
Hard to speak of something so weak
On a level with “supporters” always bringing me down
Straight into the ground
This one last time, a friend of mine
She took me by the arms…yet ignoring me
She did it before, an omen for sure
Eventually…
Those people will cry
As they pray on their knees
A prayer for me
As the question lingers why
Claims of great memories
Being alongside of me
And they will believe their lies
I buried it like a seed, way inside of me
It’s a bloody nose, but as it goes
It satisfies my only need, yes indeed
I’m in a crocket place, dissecting space
And my arms won’t let me get out of control
And you know I’ll do what I’m told
Above a cloudy path, a light in half
Of the time it should have took…in another mans book
I feel it everyday, the blank bills that I pay
I sit there and I take a look…in every way I’ve become a crook
A crook….
And the people I’m with
They all walk away
With a kind of a look
Well lets just say
If this was your little kid
And they were looking at him
You’d shake up and depart
I’ve got a bruised control, in a dirty soul
Mixed together with a little taste of wine
But really I’m fine
I’m struck with a ray, when I woke up today
Mixed with a line…time to take it away
Hard to speak of something so weak
On a level with “supporters” always bringing me down
Straight into the ground
This one last time, a friend of mine
She took me by the arms…yet ignoring me
She did it before, an omen for sure
Eventually…
Those people will cry
As they pray on their knees
A prayer for me
As the question lingers why
Claims of great memories
Being alongside of me
And they will believe their lies
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