The Mystery is a Wishing Well
| I need an answer but I don't know where to find it And I need a question that is not thoughtward binding Until I need a rope that is not too high to hang me I will ride a mile that is just the same thing - I've been so cool that I revolt I've been so hot that I explode I've been so rude I have no touch I've been all this still not that much - I wait for hours until I'm turning sour And it is disappointing I've no thoughts of my world anywhere I point to my head & I think & dream I want no part in anything - I've been so cool that I revolt I've been so hot that I explode I've been so rude I have no touch I've been all this still not that much - I've been so dumb that I refrain I've felt so bad all I know is pain I've been so crude that I can tell The mystery is a wishing well The mystery is a wishing well | ||
| 2004 Piemerica-Incorperated-Eternally | 10/19 | Written by Emperor MAR October 17, 2004 |