The atmosphere, over-heated
Stifling
Strong
Stuck to my chair
I belong somewhere else
I must, I pray
The price to pay for survival is high and the odds of winning here are questionable at best
Test after test after FUCKING test
They all make sure to keep their stations filled at all times
The crimes that have been committed upon my heart and soul are many
Leaving brutal scars that refuse to fade away
The games they play are no match for me
I see right through them
Too bad, so sad to be their fate
Nothing real is ever served to you upon a golden plate without there being a price to pay in the end
Send down upon me Love & Light, oh merciful God above
Send to me a man or two who are totally worthy of my Love
I have been ready to rock and roll for a very long time now
The Who
The What
The When
The Where
are all entirely up to you, Good Lord
All of the madness that has been dying to destroy me, I have some how quite easily ignored , so far
I wish that I could just get in my car and drive into the setting Sun
But, my car is only a ghost In my longing to have once again the things I once had that were taken away
All that I can say is that I\'m not going to tolerate any wickedness upon me ever again
I will no longer bend over backward, nor forward
Not at all
Not for just any old Schmo who happens to come my way
I\'m not going to play the victim
I refuse to conform
The storm has blown over the city where I live
Leaving an imprint like chaos in the air
I don\'t care what I am not doing to please others anymore
In fact, I\'m finding it hard to care about anything at all
I can only hope and pray and press on
Day by day
Their games I play no more
The end
I don\'t believe in pretending.....
June 29, 2018