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Familiar Love

Why does love have to get so familiar
One day your blue because you haven’t seen your boo for a few days

The next you’ve had enough of each others ways and hours feel like days

One day you feel like love is out of this world just the thought of seeing each other makes your heart race

The next your just dying for your own space

One day your both perfect for each other and life feels like a dream

The next it feels like You’re being inspected, everything you do is incorrect and now all it seems is you deflect insults that our thrown around

Why does love have to become so familiar
One day you’re lost in a dream
The next its like you’re on rival teams

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Lifes Riches

Lifes riches
Are not found in gold
At the end of a rainbow
Or in fame where everyone knows your name

You will find your riches
From the love you give
Not what you receive
Because what you receive externally
Can never amount to the riches
That you already possess
From the love within you

Lifes riches
Are not found in gold
At the end of a rainbow
Or in fame where everyone knows your name

You will find your wealth
From constantly improving your health
That’s like compounding interest
It just keeps on multiplying
That is purifying

Lifes riches
Are not found in gold
At the end of a rainbow
Or in fame where everyone knows your name

You will find your health
In humor
Something you dont need money to buy
You can just see the funny side of life
The sooner you find your sense of humour, the sooner you’ll find love in life
The funny life is a healthy life

Lifes riches
Are not found in gold
At the end of a rainbow
Or in fame where everyone knows your name

You’ll find your wealth
When you find peace
You’ll realise that you don’t need to surround yourself with an entourage
Alone with your soul, peace and quiet makes you whole

Lifes riches
Are not found in gold
At the end of a rainbow
Or in fame where everyone knows your name

Lifes riches are found within
You are the gold
You are the rainbow

You are abundance

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That Disney Love

You want that Disney love
That fit the glass slipper on your foot love
That spaghetti string love
That first kiss and break the spell love

You want that fairy tale story
Love at first sight kind of thing
Jump on a magic carpet and take flight
Don’t let the prince see you after midnight

That’s that fantasy love
That’s that love that makes you miserable love
That’s that love that makes you unsatisfied with any real love

Love is what happens after midnight
After the magic has gone
Love is when your a mess
And your not in that magic dress
And the prince doesn’t need to go round the whole town trying to find who the slipper belongs too

That’s that Disney love
You don’t want that
You want the love where if you lost your shoe
Your prince would come straight to you

Wake up sleeping beauty
Your prince isn’t wherein a crown
But of you opened your eyes, you might be quite surprised
At what real love actually looks like

But nah you want that Disney Love

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How many days does a man live

How many days does a man live
Does he spend 75 years alive
Or is he spending those years trying to merely survive

Maybe the media has been lying
Maybe we can’t really spend our time buying life
Maybe we were just complying
Working a 9 till 5 ting
So that we could be retiring when were hardly alive
Spending all our savings on our remaining days

Maybe we only truly lived
For a week or two at most
When we found that love
And time stopped because for a moment
We was in the moment
Taking a chance hoping maybe we could get some romance

But most of the time life is a little chaotic
Even though what we do is robotic
Reapting daily those mindless tasks
Tryna survive
It’s kind of psychotic really

How many days does a man live
Does he spend 75 years alive
Or is he spending those years trying to merely survive

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Here & Now

Your pain is in the past
Your worries in the future,
Neither of them exist in the here and now

The future is imaginary, its filled with things we cannot see,
Yet thinking about this it does not allow us to be In the here and now

Your pain is in the past,
The rain never lasts
We cannot change the past
Yet we put so much strain on the brain
Thinking what would of happened if we did things a different way, thinking of things we didn’t say,
But the past has happened and that lead the way too
All that matters… the here and the now

Stop the chatter, just let it go
Otherwise you’ll never know
What it’s like to live in the here and the now

Your mind is making you blind, its grinding you down and making you frown over something that hasn’t even happened yet,

Your pain is in the past
Your worries in the future,
Neither of them exist right here in the now