There's no pain I've experienced, that comes even close to cramp,
Though it lets you know it's coming, just before it sets up camp.
That little twinge, that shaft of pain, announcing that it might,
Is your only chance to straighten things and put up half a fight.

More often, it has got you... and the knife begins to twist,
And although you rub, like making fire, the bastard will persist.
The pain sets in, you reach the floor and stretch to find relief,
But that doesn't change the battle, it's just you and self belief.

At a time when darkness sprouts like a dwarf plumules that seek for moisture and sunlight.
When we could only hear the whispering sound of a cricket.
With a conglomeration of masked awe.
When weakness come knocking at the door of a helpless soul.
A playback of man's actual activity that comes like a trance.
When poets strive to convey emotional ideas in black and white.
I sat beside my bed with an epileptic glittering of an ancient wax.

I hate not being able to sleep
I really can't help but to weep
So much shit in my mind tonight
Hope everything will be alright.

Wishing my life was perfect
She has no reason to suspect
Idolizing a girl that I'll never get
Wish my mind could just reset.

Thinking of that beautiful hair,
That beautiful smile
Damm, you have such an artistic style.

flip flops are hard to run in
but not as hard
as being chased
by a barefoot cougar

I'll just stay in the cabana
until I can walk cool
in my boots

mafiosos don't wear
bermuda shorts
I'm not Italian, but
neither do I

I'll just stay in the cabana
until I can walk cool
in my boots
and jeans

I do like sunglasses
kinda' hollywood flyboy style
but those sun visors
got to go