Move On

Move On

 

You don’t approve of my mind, move on

You don’t approve of my wife, move on

You don’t approve of my art, move on

I am not alive to seek your approval

But I am doing the best I can do

I have only the God has given me

If that isn’t enough for you, move on

 

You don’t approve of my way, move on

You don’t approve of Fibro, move on

You don’t approve of my life, move on

I am not here for you to approve

But I do my best to do what’s right

If that isn’t to your taste, move on

 

To be like you means not being me

To meet your standards means failing me

To live your life means ignoring mine

I’m not here to be a clone of you

I am here to be me, who I am

If I am not good enough, move on

 

Hate my voice of expression, move on

Hate my need to heal what’s broke, move on

Hate passion that comes from pain, move on

Embrace me or not, friend or un-friend

I do not apologize for me

Chose a path of your own and move on

Just passing through

I had to capture the sky.

Bad Things

 

You shit on my face and I let it go 

Then you lit a match and burned down my soul 

Stole my money, I turned the other cheek 

You destroy me like a meth-head-ass-freak 

And now there is nothing for me to do

I just wanna do some bad things to you

 

You fist fucked my head and I turned away 

There was nothing I said, could do or say 

You kick me when I am down when I cry

Punch my bare face, with disdain you do sigh

I am all out of places to run to

I’ve no choice but to do bad things to you

 

You berate me and weaken my spirit

Then you looked me in the eye and spit

Lobotomy, mind sodomy your choice

Fucking me brutal with more than your voice

I am done with being fucked, hell yeah I'm through

I have to do really bad things to you.

 

Made me dependant then took you away

Face in the mud, on the ground I once lay

Neck in the noose, missing what I must lack 

Eyes are now open, bitch now I am back

Pick up all the pieces, was much to do

I'm about to do some bad things to you.

 

On my feet again, and all on my own

Swinging with both fists, you'll reap what you sown

Tub full of acid, knives and razor wire

You made me what I am, hit man for hire

You'll pay the piper, a turn of the screw

It’s time to do some real bad things to you