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I give in
I give up I knuckle under almost I wish that you could tell me true what to do or almost I have a dream and it does seem I could make it real almost I wonder now could you tell me how to live my life Yet let me be It's my life, for me to mess up or not to Ah I don't know which way to go 'cause I'm confused It didn't use to be this way It's hard every day almost I try to listen to the me inside But which me? I think I hide And then with friends I open wide and I have fun But it's still hard and then... I give in I give up I knuckle under almost I've had enough Times are tough I want things to happen now I want to know which way to go I know the lines Give it time Some things are fine Don't turn to crime Don't suck a lime Don't spend your last dime Don't worry Be happy And I roll my eyes And despise those lines Yet then I try again and I find things go okay if I give them time and if I try to hang loose and to choose to do my best or almost As for the rest who can tell? What the hell Kung fu to you So much for the blues the blahs the blobs the flus I got it all almost They say a lot is up to me and I will see if I can't reach something so each of us will say hey dude cool or at least something that would make me feel good and I could say hey dude cool Have a blast Life's a gas Razzamatazz or almost But then I'm too blue It's no use I'm through almost I give in I give up I knuckle under almost I say to myself so only I can hear 'Hang in there in the middle of nowhere when no one cares 'Cause then there's a chance Yeah, sometimes I have a dream And it does seem I could make it real And then I try again And I find that things go okay if I give them time and if I try to hang loose and to choose to do my best or almost Elsa March 1994 © copyright Elsa Schieder, 1994, 2024, all rights reserved ************** ************** If you haven't subscribed, here is the link to stay in touch. Click for the table of contents. ************** **************
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