excuses
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Parfois, oui parfois, c’est bon d’oublier
C’est bon d’ignorer hier et le passé
Pour aller vaillamment de l’avant
Pour continuer vachement avec le vent.
Blaming the white men
Is the idea, the insane ideas
That many of you have in your eyes
We all use them
To get out of just about everything
Just lies we use because we made to many promises
Didn't leave anytime for just for us
Everyone has used one
X's on a person's lie counter
“There’s good in everyone”
That’s a lie!
Realized that as he watched me cry
Body shaking so badly I thought I would die
Eyes burning bright red light a stormy night sky
“Because I love you…” is not a weapon
It may not be used to make me do or say what you please
“Because I love you…” is not a competition
I am not a prize, we either lose or win together
I never gave up, I just became less interested in the excuses I made for myself.
Like a teleprompter every few days I'd change the words, just in case someone else heard.
I worry about the day that the future comes and I have accomplished so much and I look to you and you have run out of excuses
i admire the crayons
for no matter how you push
or how hard the pressure
they'll pick themselves up
and cling to their other
i admire the crayons
for when in times of stress
they melt together
So I know there’s homework due today.
That much I really know.
I also know that now is the time
Where you collect it so…
I must explain to you
Why my homework isn’t here
EXUSES ARE FOR THE WEAK
FOR THE LAZY AND THE MEEK.
thats what my teacher says to me.
yes sometimes
MY DOG ATE MY HOMEWORK
just doesnt fly.
but tell me why, tell me how,
"Hey! Remember me?No?Come on! Don’t you recognize me? Your best bud since that quiet scary night in 93. You were just a babe, remember, sleeping in the dark? When I swept in like a clever snake and crept into your heart.
Time enchants her victim, begs me near to sharp being…Wraps round frail shoulders as she tickles porcelain cheek.
Someone once asked me the question,
“What are your fears and your dreams?”
It's too hot,
It's too cold,
I'm tired,
I don't want to go.
All excuses
to escape and hide
from your fears and failures
but what is really the thing
Addicted to a mother who,
in her eyes never loved her,
created mental disintegration to a psyche so fragile
Failing to inherit qualities of forget,
forgiveness begun to take shape as enabling.
