Things Will Get Better

Face book and reunions that’s her thing!

When you live in a mansion the ten o’clock news is good

Or is it

For some it brings on orgasms

Same old news replays over in my head

I’ve fallen down the hill

It’ll get better heard thousand of times

Threw up my sword when the song was sung

These days I am silent and I smile

My thoughts go into a secret garden

Script was rolled tightly when baby was born

Can’t believe I’m on other side of fence

Still crying, still depressed

Believe that I would never take back the scars of the dragon?

  Either do I

   But it’s true!

Would never change a thing

A party of the grandest is waiting

Do you hear the applause?

I am home