Some days
Are meant to be
Painful, yet pleasant
For you did your best
In the end
The buck stopped
Right on your big toe
The one that hurt most
Assumptions
Expectations unlimited
In scope and in sizes large
No body really fucking cares
Some days
Are meant to be
Painful, yet pleasant
For you did your best
In the end
The buck stopped
Right on your big toe
The one that hurt most
Assumptions
Expectations unlimited
In scope and in sizes large
No body really fucking cares
There is a beauty
In waiting and wanting
And never giving up
That heals the soul
The heat of the moment
The wrath of the mind
In expecting the unthinkable
The forbidden truth
The rest is history
Of the art on the wall
For want of the undesirable
The beauty of the mind
There is no turning back
For the pleasures of many
Waiting for a ray of light
In the darkest moment of truth