Hearts Beating
I'm taking on life, I'm gonna win it's little game
I'm sick of all days always being the same.
A man without a reason lost on his path
I'm wasting my time, I've started doing the math.
I do my own head in with the **** that I'll talk
I've never been strong enough to walk life's walk.
I know I have it in me, I know I have the power
Could conquer the world as I take a shower.
What is it that I want, is the question I'll ask
I've never failed when I put my mind to a task.
I don't believe I'm here to be a money slave
I know its me that I need to save.
Who I am I don't think I know
I'm sick of feeling empty, I'm sick of feeling low.
I've got to stand up and be a man
I mean nothing and I have no plan.
What is a person that has no meaning
I need to do something that gets my heart beating.
I'm no good to anything, while sat in self Wallow
I think its my pride that I need to swallow.
I think that I'm better and I'm really not
Just a waste of oxygen that needs to be shot!
Maybe my bloodline is the key
Show them the truth, show them their dreams can be.
If you want something then go and take it
I don't want anything, so on my ass I'll sit.
My heart still beats a scorching flame
I'll make my plan and start playing life's game.
Copyright © Bleddyn Pullen | Year Posted 2017
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