A Decent Show

Right or wrong,
I will state the obvious,
Whisper gone,
There was a robbery behind my eyes.
And Then it prophesized,
I was not looking at you,
Eyes were warm,
Holding the bag of high violently

I know I don't qualify,
Im not giving up,
I can put on a decent show,
Its not good enough,
It can speak right to my core
Im not sure at all.

Being low,
I am not oblivious,
Whisper gone
Holding up the bag of high for myself.

Start over,
Give up an old heart.
Turn over,
Give me the new life.

Im waiting now
Im waiting now
Cos its not fun at all

I know I don't qualify,
Im not giving up,
I can put on a decent show,
Its not good enough,
It can speak right to my core
Im not sure at all.
Im not sure at all
Im not sure at all


Start over,
Give up an old heart.
Turn over,
Give me the new life

Im ready now (repeat cont.)