Can one be great but not okay? Can one be okay but not great? Can you be everything but okay? Can you be okay, but without anything? How can we be okay if we’re not great? But, how can you be great if you’re not okay?
Money or Art? Money or Life? What do we do? We need both. We don’t get paid for living, we need money to survive, but we don’t live when the money comes first. Our art dies and so do we.
My armour won’t shine forever; will I still be your knight? I’m going to try my very best to be as good as I can be, but you will see me naked, and know all there is to me. It won’t be pleasant always; there won’t always be light. I know you love me today but will you love me at night?
You let me listen to your heartbeat, but I didn’t hear my name. You don’t like to listen to mine because you know it’s not the same.
I have fallen for you,
but how can you rescue me if you keep pretending I’m not here? I daydream about us two, but how can these things come to pass if you don’t draw me near?
Why do you call me ” my dear”? Why do you even dare? You make me believe our destination is near, on this smooth path that leads nowhere. Why do you look into my eyes? And ask for more of my rice? Why do you bend the knee if you have no desire to make me your queen?
Why do you make me come if you don’t want me to stay? Why did you build me this home in order to send me away? My nipples get hard when I think of you; you should have left me dead if I’m not the one you want to wed. I don’t know what to do; how do I just let you go if “us” grew long ago?
Why do you make me come if you don’t want me to stay? Why did you build me this home in order to send me away? I daydreamed a lot about us two; you should have left me dead if I’m not the one you want to wed. I don’t know what to do; how do I just let you go if “us” grew long ago?