I'm not brave
If I was I'd be somewhere out in the cold
Maybe not alone
Braving with my soul
But I'm not brave
I've nestled down and playing a role
one which I abhor
I'm not brave
I'm not adored
on the contrary
faking it
when I'm really bored
Cozy little family
You don't really love me
How could you?
You don't even know me
Everyone just going along
Consumed by woes of credit and taxes
of paychecks and masses
shielding ourselves with maskes
laxes Demascus Rose.
I'm so not brave, just confident with airs
and the gift of gab
well spoken with an air of royalty
and the gift of gab.
I'll probably have a drink and let the moon do it's duty
And then I'll probably sink into a heavy sleep.
Nothing will change and I'll continue to pretend that I'm brave.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
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