mary you're a poet at heart
pick up a pen you'll know where to start
the begining of any piece of art
is the hardest part
but i see the gift in you
mary you'll know what to do
mary youre a super star
all your creative endevours
are bound to go far
i can see your gift within
golden glow from within your skin
jean michael basquiat
what the hell has he got
on you?
you know what
to do

ive been waiting a long long time
for this train to roll into town
but the passengers its brought
are pretty strange this time around
ive been waiting for forever
for these feelings to go away
but its been a couple years and
im getting used to living this way
i hate to be depressing
but i'm guessing
that its here to stay

well the toughest part
is yet to pass
its sharp as knives
and cuts like glass
and oh lord
I hope that I last
and oh lord
I dont know if I'll last

its always been difficult
for me to swallow my pride
it comes out in every thing i do
its impossible to hide
dont get me wrong ive tried and tried
ive cried and sighed
now its just slow suicide

well the toughest part
is yet to pass
its sharp as knives
and cuts like glass
and oh lord
I hope that I last
and oh lord
I dont know if I'll last

do you believe
that you know
who you
are from the start
then you change
as you grow
or is your nature
a hidden treasure
for you to slowly
discover
on your own

lord i sit around and fantasize
about some day committing suicide