"There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold and she's buying a stairway to heaven. And when she gets there she knows if the stores are all closed with a word she can get what she came for.
There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure cause you know sometimes words have two meanings. In a tree by the brook there's a songbird who sings sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
There's a feeling I get when I look to the west and my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees and the voices of those who stand looking.
And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune, then the piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn for those who stand long and the forest will echo with laughter
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now, it's just a spring clean for the may queen.Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run there's still time to change the road you re on.
Your head is humming and it wont go, in case you don't know, the pipers calling you to join him. Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow? And did you know, your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
And it makes me wonder."
---Stairway to heaven, Led Zeppelin
There's a small sliver of hope for happiness all the way in Colonial. I want it, I want it, I want it soooo bad. I'll be the Meruca, crying and whining for an Oompa Loompa and I'll pay you in hard work if it means I can march with your guard.
I'd go to Boston for you. I would follow you there, I almost did the first time, kiddo, when you went to Chicago instead. There's no "R" in ejected or "fuck you" but I'm sure you've gotten my point.
I'm not a divorce. I do not pretend. I am not a nervous wreck and I am never lost for words. The cat gets whipped for biting my tongue and the horses know better no matter the weather to never kick the bucket at me. I don't put effort in the way that I look because I'm confident no matter what I wear. I am outgoing, fun, exciting, witty, and intelligent. I keep my distance from people who I think will hurt me. I separate myself from painful situations and I never EVER get stressed. I am the new, re-newed, and re-written Mariah and my middle name now stands for "Bitch."
I've got a sure stairway to heaven, do you think? Do they think I want this? Oh who knows? I've got Economics, Government, and an awesome rock box for AP Environmental with no sense of accomplishment because it has been ordained to suck ass.
kill me with those apples, stab me please with your kiwi, I will allow this food fight torture in this thing I call my head. Pick me up now and then drop me I just need to find a bed, I'm will fuck your living brains out or just choose to die instead. It's the bitch of living. As it were, she's speaking creole and I can't translate a word. Now my phone will collapse in vibrate as they lock the parking gate, I know you're good in life girl and you know I think that's great. It's the bitch of living. Inventing your own words. It's the bitch of living and getting shot down like the birds. Does she see my suicide? Will she give a shit? Maybe when I'm dead. Please ready me a casket, I think I'll prove her worth. This cant be it...Oh god, what a bitch.
