Thoughts are endless
like thistles and pencils
Erasure is grand
Like twilight and sand
Decompress is their angel
like talons from a stranger
Stories abound
Witnesses surround
Poets Surmise
Nonchalants lie
drowned in sorrow
masks they borrow
Wasted on Time
Androgynous mind
They are guilty of sorts
Ebonic remorse
Dreadful of prose
Yet Knowing their glows
Angelic at heart
Passions apart
They're starved of love
Like a brunette dove
Like a brunette dove
Like a brunette dove
brunette dove
Still waiting for your life to turnaround
turnaround. turnaround, turnaround, turnaround
Still waiting for your life to turnaround
turnaround. turnaround, turnaround, turnaround
Your life is what your waiting on right now
right now, right now, right now, right now
Your life is what your waiting on right now
turnaround. turnaround, turnaround, right now
Your life is what your waiting on right now
right now, right now, right now, right now
Your life is what your waiting on right now
right now, right now, right now, right now
Your life is what your waiting on right now
turnaround, turnaround, turnaround, turnaround
Your life is what your waiting on right now
right now, right now, right now, right now