Thursday, April 14, 2005

I can never make up my mind

Ah! Fickle Fickle life

Making me breathe
On the edge of a knife
Now you like peace and...
now you like strife

Now you like virtue
and then you want sin.
Now you don't mind losing
now you'd kill to win!

Now you want to work hard
and now you wanna idle.
Now you like the bitch look
and now it's virgin bridal.

Now you love Harry
and then you adore Al.
Now you hate tomorrow
and now you're best of pals.

Come come, my dear now
can't you just stay put,
for once stand your ground,
for once put down your foot.