Faithless Preacher
Makes me laugh
You’re readin words of a hypocrite
Funny how I inspire you
By writin lines of shit
You listen to me
Like an abused girl in a relationship
Believin me
Is like trustin Michael Jackson to baby sit
Where are you?
What am I supposed to do now??
I can’t call this life
As I gladly bow out
Pollute this earth
With my sin filled mouth
My heart shattered now
I forget my broken vows
Forgotten promises
Better off not remembered
Nights still sleepless
Since last December
You think I have it all?
Think I’ve got it so easy?
But you don’t know shit
Cause nothing’s what you see
You see little blue eyed Ty
Who rides through life for free
But I paint on my smile
And you can’t tell which is me
I know you don’t care
But these blue eyes do cry
These blue eyes shed tears
Til these blue eyes run dry
These blue eyes have seen
Too much in this life
These blue eyes haven’t forgotten
That terrible night
These blue eyes lost light
These blue eyes have seen friends
Turn their backs on me
To never turn back again
So you call this life?
The earth plagued with phonies
Now this servant of god
Has been stripped of his testimony
Living my life
Like a faithless preacher
This love can be held
But my heart cannot reach her
So you still sit there
Readin my bullshit
My poetry, my words
My lines, lyrics, my spit
Do my letters fit?
Maybe a little bit?
Tightly wound together
Like an infielders mit
Do you believe me yet?
Or are ya ready to turn the page?
My writing is about as important
As an actor without a stage
I ask you again
So you call this life?........................
Cause I don’t
