rsviewpoint
The needle stings and ugly kinds of faces that pull me back again and again are not a thing I'd talk about, least of all to the people like you. But you don't care about that and so you push back and back and back and I won't take the woe that you would push down and say I have to feel.
Rest your back a while
After riding many a mile
Take for granted the comfort brought
But take full advantage, perhaps not
A slap to the face for the expressions, in distaste, you made for me to see.
Would that you could, perhaps you would turn, but I dare say that's not a smart move to make.
Sitting so high and looking out down low
With your attitude put on, but just for show
The outlook that so many twenty somethings have on the future, or maybe just their current predicaments; is it a fair assessment? Probably not. Maybe we just need to look a little more into things beyond the physical self - and I don't mean an interest in the pseudo New Age bullshit, I mean seriously introspection of the self.
Standing in the mist was a fair haired girl and she looked back at me and it plain to the world that I shouldn't mess with her while her mind was in a whirl; probably better to just leave while I still had a chance.
Under impressions that I'm under stressed
Under worked and under tested
Under water and under whelmed
Understood but you have to yell
If you had stood up for yourself
I wouldn't have to do this
Try to make a reason why I should pull you through this
Since they stood up for you, you might never know
I've fallen in with a different sort of sound, but that inevitably means I've fallen out of my old one.