Post by Midnight on Jan 22, 2007 11:44:36 GMT -5
Rocking Chair
sitting in the rocking chair
with soft long brown hair
sit george my gaurdian ghost
with circle rimmed classes that are light brown
dark blue jeans on with a blue button up shirt
he sits there
in the blue rocking chair
watching over me
day after day smiling at me
teasing me slightly
to make me happy
my ghost of mine
sits there till the end of time
rocking back and forth
in that rocking chair
in my room with cold air
all around me
he sits there for only me to see
sitting there in that rocking chair
with long brown hair
he protects me thats fair
george in the rocking chair
Bob Evil
bob evil
see him there
bob evil
he is here
bob evil
he will kill
bob evil
he's so till
bob evil
what will he do
bob evil
killed him to
bob evil
smiles at you
bob evil
comes tonight
bob evil
don't run from fright
bob evil
red eyes glow
bob evil
evil so low
bob evil
tell me no lies
bob evil
time for you to die
Ghosts Watching Over Me
I sit here, alone, like I normally do all the time. Nothing but the dogs and ghosts are near, watching over me. I am alone, not a noise to be herd as I sit in this chair. Now and then the radio and the music it plays. A wandering spirit, a lost soul, a good soul, a kind soul, all alone like always. It seems sometimes I sit in my room and just cry for no reason. I never know why. I have a lot of problems, but I am just a lost soul trying to find its way. It seems the ghosts watch me as I lay in my bed a blanket wrapped around me, a stuffed animal under one arm and a warm dog beside me. Why have the good times gone? The free life I used to live. There wasn't a care in the world about what would happen to me or what I would do. I used to think of a future as a sweet place to be, but now it's just wasting away. A lost soul dies when left alone.
sitting in the rocking chair
with soft long brown hair
sit george my gaurdian ghost
with circle rimmed classes that are light brown
dark blue jeans on with a blue button up shirt
he sits there
in the blue rocking chair
watching over me
day after day smiling at me
teasing me slightly
to make me happy
my ghost of mine
sits there till the end of time
rocking back and forth
in that rocking chair
in my room with cold air
all around me
he sits there for only me to see
sitting there in that rocking chair
with long brown hair
he protects me thats fair
george in the rocking chair
Bob Evil
bob evil
see him there
bob evil
he is here
bob evil
he will kill
bob evil
he's so till
bob evil
what will he do
bob evil
killed him to
bob evil
smiles at you
bob evil
comes tonight
bob evil
don't run from fright
bob evil
red eyes glow
bob evil
evil so low
bob evil
tell me no lies
bob evil
time for you to die
Ghosts Watching Over Me
I sit here, alone, like I normally do all the time. Nothing but the dogs and ghosts are near, watching over me. I am alone, not a noise to be herd as I sit in this chair. Now and then the radio and the music it plays. A wandering spirit, a lost soul, a good soul, a kind soul, all alone like always. It seems sometimes I sit in my room and just cry for no reason. I never know why. I have a lot of problems, but I am just a lost soul trying to find its way. It seems the ghosts watch me as I lay in my bed a blanket wrapped around me, a stuffed animal under one arm and a warm dog beside me. Why have the good times gone? The free life I used to live. There wasn't a care in the world about what would happen to me or what I would do. I used to think of a future as a sweet place to be, but now it's just wasting away. A lost soul dies when left alone.
