Tell me how it could be~
Beautiful skies with blissful days, everything goes your way. Picture the place you’ll be at tonight, if everything went right. Picture the fun ways you can spend the rest of your days, if that power was place in your hands. You can have it all, everything you ever saw everything and anything, why play pretend when it could be yours. Just take the pen and sign friend.
I’ll tell you how it is~
Its bliss the same as ignorance that makes you want to cross that fence and become a past tense, of yourself. Its damaging to your mental health, but nobody said you couldn’t get some help. It isn’t easy and it never will, but don’t turn your back on it for a quick thrill. It’s a deal, breaker. I’ve came to meet the undertaker.
Tell me how it could be~
Well meet, but don’t threat I aint upset in fact I understand that neglect turned you into a train wreck. The harshness of reality, imagine the irrelevancy when you have me. Help your family from poverty, help your friend stuck in prisons. You can make everyone happy with some help now help yourself and place depression on the shelf.
I’ll tell you how it is~
It wouldn’t help, it becomes codependency. They can no longer see a solution that isn’t me. When they are in a jam who would they call, me. When they lost it all who would they call, me. When they can’t find their keys and don’t want to look so they call, me! Help the world, help your family, help your friends, help that stranger in danger. Help everyone you can but make sure you can help yourself when the situation becomes detrimental to your health.
Tell me how it could be~
Your tough as nails, don’t you want that halo? Lead a hand to your fellow human. That was what you were taught that was what you fought, for. Open the door and take my offer there won’t be any more reason to off her. They won’t be any reason to harbor regret. You can free cousin Eddie, you can save your brother from that deadly, shooting. Come on, you got to understand what I’m doing.
I’ll tell you how it is~
You’re selling me off of something. It’s a dream one I don’t wake up from because that the thing, I’m fight with my internal screams cause by my actions. My only reaction is my blank face, what a waste of potential. My body was a rental my soul was sent for, ready to meet the oh mighty lord. Instead, I was given a sword and told to talk to the Mort.
Tell me how it could be~
Hence the reason you’re in my presents. Its your greed its your envy we can wipe it clean and play with everything. We can make the choir sing, as you walk down, you’re wedding. We can make a perfect world, were nobody gets hurt. All I need is for you to sign your soul away. Come on it’s a small price to pay, what do you say?
I’ll tell you how it is ~
You are asking me to save the day but never get to see the way it plays, out. It makes me cast doubt on the words you lay. Send me on my way I don’t care for the future if I can’t have today. If hell is what awaits, I can wait. As I burn, I will look up at the saints and ask if they want to trade place. My stupidity wasn’t a phase it is what got my phased out. I won’t be in a cloud I will be cast down to the abyss I can’t believe my life led me to this.
