Novel Writer

Another ordinary man in town

His dreams are big, his hopes are fading

Guess who's sick of waiting

A bag o' stories left to be untold,

A dozen dreams outside & cold

Waiting till his hopes unfold

And every step of the way to escape the past mistakes

A shortcut destination nowhere

But what is left of the road that he liked to call destiny

Writing his own works of art

Another average 16 year old girl

Her head spins and her moods are waving

Guess who's sick of waiting

A bag o' secret insecurities

Oh don't believe the things that she sees

Makes a monster outta daisies

And as she slowly turns the burden on her shoulder

Into something golden as her heart had told her

So what is left of the road she liked to call conformity

Living her life giving up without a fight

And all I wanna be just a novel writer

Nonstop thriving & work so hard

And I don't care what you say when I can have it my way

I'll go on till the cord may part

Another wasted day okay

and maybe it's a shame

Guess I'm gonna find a job

cause life ain't waiting

Another wasted day okay

and maybe it's a shame

Guess I'm gonna find myself

my life ain't changing

And every step of the way to escape the past mistakes

A shortcut destination nowhere

But what is left of the road that he liked to call destiny

Living his life giving up without a fight

And all I wanna be just a novel writer

Nonstop thriving & work so hard

And I don't care what you say when I can have it my way

I'll go on till the cord may part