Creative Lab – Where My Pictures Come to Life
You’ve been given a billion in cash,
But only for one fleeting day.
You must spend it all, no delay,
No saving for tomorrow’s rain.
Now, that is how life tastes,
Its a precious drain,
You’ve been given a billion chances,
you can’t take one to the grave,
so how do you spend your day?
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Off End
I get offended by life
Just for the thrill
I get offended that I’m not your type,
Just for the kick.
I get offended that you’re not mine,
As though, you were my pick
I get offended there and here
Just for the feel, cause I’m huomn
I get offended that there were others before, But I’ve had others, and so I redraw.
The irony is, the offender is me,
Because I’m starting something new
Something, i don’t know the end to.
I feel guilt, as obedience, was my only to-do
Discipline, was to give a clue
I feel naked, to some degree too
stripped of control, off the yoozh
but If all I have is my offence, I’ll take two
Fighting with a broken heart is
Making sure the swords are turned to the foe
That the cuts don’t go into your own
That you win by not ending it for both
