Head Case
This perfect life I chase,
I will not get no matter the pace,
I wait and hope someone will embrace,
Me, even though I'm a head case,
It seems I am stuck,
Looking in the distance for some sort of luck,
I hear they say they're satisified,
All I can say is why?,
Their's more to life,
Than having the white picket fence and the trophy wife,
But who wants to listen to this headcase,
Anyways?
Copyright © Jonathon Casteel | Year Posted 2006
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