The rise & fall of Jaimeleigh Also known As Me-Me...
I was once above it all flowing loving free for all...
Happy-go-lucky... Care-free...
Just like a bird takes to the sky to fly, high, high, high...
Once saw in plain sight, but the higher I fly, The more dots I see on the floor...
but I\'m just soaring above, flying everywhere on the wings of a dove, watching everything from up above... Never searching for trouble, But Trouble always came my way...
Never wanting A burst Bubble, Trouble carried a huge pin...
I never went in to a gun fight with a water pistol...
Mind you I think sometimes now I just might...
I never intentionally hurt peoples feelings, even when I\'ve got mixed messages that leave me revealing that I\'m only human too...
who knew...?
I was sweet & chose to rise above it all...
always ready for a little trance & maybe a little dance...
Never to happy... Never to smug...
Never to needy... Never to mug...
Always there, Always watching those I care about...
Those I love...
One day I chose to take a better look, spectacles off, No beer googles on I found my feet firmly on ground...
I stood sternly all year round...
Observing mean people from a far...
while they stole what & any even if they saw a penny...
I just watched them all fall, bite the hand that was feeding them all...
I watched & see it all from sitting inside my invisible car...
That very car, got me very far in the mist of it all...
No they couldn\'t see me...
But I saw you, You was tiring up your shoe On the grass that stained your arse...
You stayed a while sitting waiting for time to pass...
So engrossed by what I don\'t know...
You didn\'t even look up as I came strolling pass, quite casually so...
that n itself is a task...
I only wanted a sneak peak to perhaps play a game of I hide, you seek...
Get a feel about what your apple tree you might be & see if it was true about the apple never falling far from the tree we grew...?
I cant be dealing with two of a kind...
You\'ve got your problems... I\'ve got mine...
Yeah we\'re ok, far from being any two, certainly not two of a kind...
You must of read my mind...
Anyway my point to be is it trouble that you seek, Or the quiet & still... Peaceful if you will...
Taking time to chill is important still...
relax & unwind...
I believe struggling when I\'m climbing up a hill...
Sometimes its just good to be here,
To be still,
To take it all in,
breath for a second...
Contemplation can be greater than great...
That\'s a wise mans tool... Not some hot headed fool...
To see the right & wrong in everything & all the bits in between as well has seeing & owning the truth that lies within...
Its better to be honest than to live a lie in sin...
I\'m looking to god for forgiveness to begin...
The devil for me is living within, that\'s my ugly truth...
Now shut up & begin...
So much I didn\'t appreciate when I was six, seven Or eight...
Started being a lot of fools, Started using a lot of tools...
None of which helped a better way...
Did impact on my destructive self...
Yeah I was banging... I was top shelf...
Its not great when your emotionally unstable like Cain was to able...
I was just seven when my emotional break down came right from hell...
Eight when everybody knew including me 95 Adan Grove wasn\'t going to be my family home for long...
Who guessed...? \'dam right\' There was something really wrong about the kid that didn\'t belong to any apple tree...
Net alone the one that\'s meant to be \'how do you call it\'...?
How do you say...
Family is that the word you\'d use..
. ha-ha... I got it right, No way..
. I dreaded to wonder if I was fucked by seven...
What would I be like at eleven or twelve..
. Everyone around me was worried that I\'d be dead by the age of eight...
That\'s just great...
Positive mental attitude got me all the way though...
LOL YEAH THATS SO FUNNY HONEY...
There\'s no money, They knew but did they help...?
I\'m still out on that one, I\'m still not sure...
It doesn\'t really matter any more,
If in doubt any cared at all...
It wont ever settle the score...
There\'s no score to settle when there\'s no cure...
No punch line to make it define...
No story to sell...
Eat some pickles they taste great...
Sometimes talking doesn\'t help...
Sometimes people lie...
Sometimes are just Sometimes & sometimes are why...?
And sometimes Just sometimes we get it all figured out...
NOW THATS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT....