Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Dangerous.

 
The TV’s blaring, the radio is turned up loud 
Maybe then I’ll sleep well, maybe then I’ll drown you out 
Don’t want to think much I don’t want to reminisce 
 'Cause love songs and poems have all lead, they’ve all led me to this
 
It’s dangerous to be sleeping alone
  And it’s way, way, way 
It’s way to cold to be at home
 
I’ve locked up tightly I must say I’ve had my doubts
  'Cause they will kick and they will scream 
But there’s no way they’re ever getting out
  They breathed fresh air once, a long time, a long time ago
  And now stuck up inside my head, how they ever gonna grow?
 
It’s dangerous, to be sleeping alone
  And it’s way, way, way It’s way to cold to be at home
  And I am what I am, yes I am what I am  
It ain’t that bad 

What I’m trying to say here is not worth  
It’s not worth your time 
I’m just a lonely, a lonely love sick boy with my rhyme
 
It’s dangerous to be sleeping alone  
And it’s way, way, way  
It’s way to cold to be at home  
And I am what I am, yes I am what I am 
 It ain’t that bad
 
And even the toughest white boy  
Yes, even the baddest white boy  
He still gets sad

Dangerous By Joshua James

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