8 Ball Eight Ball
(Verse one)
Of course I fantasize. Who doesnt?
(still verse one)
Dear dreamer
I wished upon your star tonight
Regretting
I only wished i was in your arms
Sleep soundly
My tears fall no more
Profoundly
I want you close to my heart
(Chorus)
I hope you find that girl youre looking for
Through that broken glass of yours
Cause once you realize how long youve been searching
And who your eyes were gazing near
Youll realize my crystal glass
Was right all along
(Verse Two)
So tell me my 8-ball eight ball mirror on the wall,
Is time ticking?
Is my style to fall?
Do those 7 lines seven line, 3 words repeated
Have 1 meaning, 1 us, less than one heart bleeding?
(Chorus)
i hope you find that girl youre looking for
Through that broken glass of yours
Cause once you realize how long youve been searching
And who your eyes were gazing near
Youll realize my crystal glass
Was right all along
(Bridge)
The lies hidden behind your truth
And the truth hidden behind your memories
You need to get out of the perfect self-centered world
Without loosing your cockiness that so easily causes my loneliness
I want you more, i need you more,
I think about you less, which proves that youre the one i want
(Chorus {dont know if i want another one here or not yet})
i hope you find that girl youre looking for
Through that broken glass of yours
Cause once you realize how long youve been searching
And who your eyes were gazing near
Youll realize my crystal glass
Was right all along
(Bridge)
And I want you
(original poem i wrote and than i used to write this song)
[8 ball eight-ball mirror on the wall
Time is ticking style is to fall
7 lines seven lines 3 words repeated
1 meaning 1 us i heart is bleeding]















Comments
Ah.
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Tom can't play the harmonica.
"I think that is my life story. Wrapped nicely in a broken stone plate with no real significance and nothing more than an exercise in imagination and craft. Nothing more."
- 'zerocomplex
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The number of times I give up and the number of failures were the same.
The data that can be derived
from this unpleasant experience,
proves that the number of times that I didn't give up and the number of times I succeed were the same.
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Tom can't play the harmonica.
"I think that is my life story. Wrapped nicely in a broken stone plate with no real significance and nothing more than an exercise in imagination and craft. Nothing more."
- 'zerocomplex
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♀ + ♀ = ♥
I HAVE THE TONE FOR IT!
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♀ + ♀ = ♥
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