Novel Writer (Destine)

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 comformity 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 aint waiting Another wasted day okay and maybe it’s a shame Guess I’m gonna find myself my life aint 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