ONE LAST LOOK

Yea, Yo...Test, 1, 2

Dear God, Dear God, Dear God, Dear God,

Dear God, let’s just face it, I don’t know who you are, I know a lot about you but I couldn’t go as far as to say that I love you, I’m just glad that I’m not going to hell, but lately my life’s been a carousel. Going around in circles, I can’t tell which way I’m going and I’m growing sad, every day I’m lonely and it makes me mad. When I look around the world, everybody thinks they know what’s gonna make em happy, and I’ve tried it not once, not twice but three times, and I’ve just had enough to the point, can’t pretend I’m tough. Truth this, I’ve been let down again, doesn’t matter who it is, at the end, the relationship will always rot. They say that getting saved was a honeymoon with God.  Will that fall apart too? God, I hope not. What’s so special about this planet in the middle of nowhere?  When we all kill each other, then who will remember?  If our bones are found in the ground in the year five million and twelve, will the aliens believe there’s a heaven or hell? I don’t know, but I know for certain, when we close the curtain on this little show called human life, loneliness is gonna be cold as ice. Cold as ice. Everything we fought for, we fought for in vain. No longer know the difference between pleasure and pain. I’m not the only person to have fallen in love and my feelings aren’t the only ones when broken that get shoved somewhere deep inside in a little box I hide at the bottom of my soul. If you’re looking down the hole, don’t fall, you may never come back, cause we all got pain. I wanna go to Minnesota, get us on a plane, travel off to Europe and maybe settle in Spain. But I won’t do it, cause I know it’s over and it hurts so bad, and I get so mad breaking up is part of life.  I used to like Disney till I found they’re full of lies.  There’s no Prince Charming or a Sleeping Beauty, and there certainly isn’t slippers made of rubies you can just click twice and find yourself home, cause if there were, I’d be right next to her right now, holding her hand and smelling her hair, I love falling in love and I just don’t care, but it’s getting me in trouble and I just can’t hang. I’m only 23 feeling like an old man, wave your hand goodbye to marriage, I’m hitting retirement, and get it through my thick fat skull that it just wasn’t meant... It just wasn’t meant.

One last look in your eyes before the fire dies

One last touch, and one last kiss, when I’m gone, remember me like this

Have a happy memory, forget the arguing

One last look in your eyes before the fire dies

One last touch, and one last kiss, when I’m gone, remember me like this

Have a happy memory, forget the arguing

Hold me the way you held me when your mom O.D.’d, you got my shirt full of boogers and tears. I whispered in both your ears, “It’s a privilege to be here at your weakest moment, and I know that you smiled when you got all the flowers that I sent. You taught me, it’s not about the money that we spend, but the motive in our heart we intend. I’m gonna keep my promise, cause I know you’ll keep yours. Of course I wanna be friends, but it’s not possible cause I miss your touch. Don’t let it hold you down, you deserve so much. If I call you, don’t call me back! Please, call me back. So many places that metaphor’s applied at. Like the fact all I wanna do with my life is rap, calling all the labels but don’t call back. I have to ask myself why I want this so bad. I know it’s kinda cheesy but I’m thinking that it’s maybe cause I didn’t have a dad to tell me I’m a man so I question it myself. Is my manhood on the line if I’m thrown at the lion and I don’t survive? I guess I won’t know unless I strive to find me the most beautiful woman and wife. And reach all my goals, help God save souls, and maybe I can build up enough chips to stack up on the table, and finally be able to say “Look, Mom, I’m not a loser, I did something with my life, I’m not working at a warehouse or working the fast food, I can get out of this God-forsaken neighborhood.”

One last look in your eyes before the fire dies

One last touch, and one last kiss, when I’m gone, remember me like this

Have a happy memory, forget the arguing

One last look in your eyes before the fire dies

One last touch, and one last kiss, when I’m gone, remember me like this

Have a happy memory, forget the arguing