What more could I ask / There’s nothing left to be desired / Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak / So sleep, silent angel / Go to sleep /Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe / And to love you. . .
But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo / What the hell am I doing here? / I don’t belong here / I don’t care if it hurts / I want to have control / I want a perfect body / I want a perfect soul / I want you to notice / When I’m not around / You’re so fucking special / I wish I was special. . .
Sometimes it feels like I’ve got a war in my mind / I wanna get off, but I keep riding the ride / I never really noticed that I had to decide / To play someone’s game, or live my own life / And now I do / I wanna move /Out of the black (out of the black) / Into the blue (into the blue).
(This compilation brought to you by the Hollies, Radiohead, Lana Del Rey, and Hugh Grant in the movie Heretic)
Are there any original ideas out there? We are all just continuing that one conversation. Those feelings keep building. The mind keeps flowing and riding the rollercoaster. Nothing left but to ride the ride as they say. Thoughts of you and wanting to be special happening over and over again. But I know we don’t have to have that perfect body or soul, and I certainly do not want control. I give that to you. Take me into the black or take me into the blue. It really is up to you.
Whatever makes you happy
Lisa Gray 