Loyton
09-11-2005, 03:42 PM
Kidnapped.
Swimming in this body bag
with my eyes sewn shut
should i be startled
should i be suprised that
you gave me some candy
and a ride in your car
for more than a smile and thank you.
Where we will go,
the flowers refuse to grow.
Where we will go,
the flowers refuse to grow.
watching the sunset
and driving away from nowhere
eating my choacalate and thinking of summer
Where we will go,
the flowers refuse to grow.
Where we will go,
the flowers refuse to grow.
To escape or to escape,
so many wrong choices
being tossed around in the back seat.
Where we will go,
not a dandelion dares to grow....
Please comment. This is a poem adapted into lyrics. This is my first post here, I have many other poems and writings I keep but im rather fond of this one. I am a regular poster in the drums and percussion forum, and the main lyrical artist for my band.
Swimming in this body bag
with my eyes sewn shut
should i be startled
should i be suprised that
you gave me some candy
and a ride in your car
for more than a smile and thank you.
Where we will go,
the flowers refuse to grow.
Where we will go,
the flowers refuse to grow.
watching the sunset
and driving away from nowhere
eating my choacalate and thinking of summer
Where we will go,
the flowers refuse to grow.
Where we will go,
the flowers refuse to grow.
To escape or to escape,
so many wrong choices
being tossed around in the back seat.
Where we will go,
not a dandelion dares to grow....
Please comment. This is a poem adapted into lyrics. This is my first post here, I have many other poems and writings I keep but im rather fond of this one. I am a regular poster in the drums and percussion forum, and the main lyrical artist for my band.