On Que


One two three
Eyes are on me
Four five six
Finish your bucket list

Standing on a stage
My life before me
Can't is a word that spreads
like a plague
There's only one thing to do
I'll get this right
I'll do this on quu

Doesn't matter what happens
You said you'd be by my side
Where are you now
I won't hide
No not any more
I won't keep jumping
through these rings
This is day I prove
I'm no longer a part of you

Standing on a stage
My life before me
Can't is a word that spreads
like a plague
There's only one thing to do
I'll get this right
I'll do this on que

Standing on a stage
My life before me
Can't is a word that spreads
like a plague
There's only one thing to do
I'll get this right
I'll do this on que

I can do this without you
So you better get a move on
Your words are no longer needed
In me
Your words are no longer seeded
My que
My rule
You won't be with me to see

You walked away
Why did you walk away
I had wanted you to see me

Standing on a stage
My life before me
Can't is a word that spreads
like a plague
There's only one thing to do
I'll get this right
I'll do this on que

There's only one thing to do
I'll do this on que

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When I sit on the bus I tend to get bored; because I was bored I found song writing was a vary good outlet for anything I was going through. Someone told me I would be better off as a poet than a song writer, that's why I'm here. I know this is a song, most of my 'poems' are. Please excuse any demoting to words myself, I tend to do that a lot.