The thing that's always there In the alcoves of your mind The thing that makes you lie The thing that makes you blind The thing you never mention When you try and talk sense Gossip, movies, politics And current events The thing that's deep below And always at the surface The ghost in the attic The phantom in the furnace Try and stay busy Avoid, disrupt, deny Wash your brain with booze It never leaves your side by Richard W. Bray
You can build yourself a mansion On a big ole pile of sand You can fabricate a future In never never land You can look inside a mirror And see a fantasy You can dream away your future On what's never gonna be Can't get from Wichita to Omaha If you're stuck in Timbuktu The things you did are on the way To things you're gonna do You can make believe you're someone else And dream a happy dream But being who you wanna be Starts with coming clean You can wake up every morning And tell yourself a lie You can repeat it and repeat it Until the day you die You can keep on treading water And never wonder why Or you can grab life by the collar And look it in the eye Can't get from Wichita to Omaha If you're stuck in Timbuktu The things you did are on the way To things you're gonna do You can make believe you're someone else And dream a happy dream But being who you wanna be Starts with coming clean by Richard W. Bray
They will come with many roses in the early afternoon –Edward Arlington Robinson Everything I do I think of you The piece of you inside me That does its best to guide me Wonders why I do the things I do Everything I do I think of you I always feel much better When I wear you like a sweater I never shed the person that I knew Everything I do I think of you Your memory will stay Until I fade away My last goodbye will be our adieu by Richard W. Bray
Can you build a world with lies? where the roads are paved with gold and you're never getting old Can you build a world with lies? where the skies are never gray and you can wish your woes away so many happy songs to sing when sanity is not your thing Can you build a world with lies? where you can spin and spin and spin with a chuckle and a grin Can you build a world with lies? where all the shitty things you do are never coming back to you by Richard W. Bray
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