one classy broad
And It's Not Giving A Damn...
How is it that the bad ones are always mistaken for the good ones? Is there some sort of mark out there to seperate the two so I don't have to foul things up for myself before I've even begun digging deeper? Bah.

Anger he smiles towering in shiny metallic purple armor
Queen Jealousy, envy waits behind him
Her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground
Blue are the life-giving waters taken for granted
They quietly understand
The once happy turquoise armies lay opposite ready
But wonder why the fight is on

How in the world do I differentiate between the two so I don't waste my time? It's getting to be precious to me in that sort of "good lord, I've been doing this for too long" kind of way. I realize that people wait forever and a day for things to go their way. I'm sure I'm just looking for trouble.

My red is so confident that he flashes
Trophies of war and ribbons of euphoria
Orange is young, full of daring
But very unsteady for the first go round
My yellow in this case is not so mellow
In fact I'm trying to say it's frightened like me
And all these emotions of mine keep holding me from
Giving my life to a rainbow like you

So what do I do to pass the time until my day comes? I'm a tad annoyed

I'm bold, bold as love
Yeah I'm bold bold as love
I'm bold bold as love
Just ask the axis
Yeah he knows, he knows everything
I'm bold, bold as love

bold as love . jimi hendrix