Friday, 27 April 2012

A Homer Shaped Head


Do I want it back
The times when I felt I had family
We cried together
We died together
We were reborn together
But most of all we laughed together
And I’m not lying when I say it still hurts somewhere inside
But I guess it’s times like that you pull out the disguise
Words were said
And things were done
That showed that you guys were not the one
But I still love you and miss you all
I guess I always will
I wish we could still sit and talk still
But none of you are a part of my life no more
We’ve all grown up and moved on
I’ll always always remember our song

Memories are a blessing
And memories are a curse
Memories are why sometimes I’m strong and doing ok
But then something inside me will burst
And the blood will stain the pavement
Like the rain upon the Earth
Invisible to those that don’t know me
Even to those that are near
It’s good to get people talking
Via the things I love to do
It’s great to get opinions
Fantastic to spread some truth
And little mixed race boy don’t like marg on his bread
Homer likes Marge in his bed
And I quite like the shape of Homers head
There’s a lot of inspiration around me right now
Need to funnel it all into this giant yellow puddle
You look at the ground and you see something dirty
But I look at the same thing and see opportunity
You may laugh because I am different
But I laugh because you’re all the same
Not afraid of being outspoken
Oh no, did I just bring shame
On the family that need me
The family that trapped me then freed me
The family that didn’t believe me
The family that love me and leave me
I’m not talking about bloodlines or blood ties
Or maybe I am and my bullshit is all lies
Maybe there’s no exit sign outside of my head
Maybe you get locked inside and rot instead
Fuck all this, I’m going to bed
But read my article though innit

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