Beautiful People

Beautiful people in your world
Twirl around within crown
You let me inside
See right through you
Take the broom from your ass
Still I gotta make it last
I know you want me
Never gonna get me
Do I turn you on?
I do make you a real woman?
Enough of shaven chests, your fuckin' tennis players
Lookin' for a man
I ain't ever going to be your plaything

You're a beautiful one
The happy ones
Well I got news for you
I see right through your fuckin' joke life
You're the beautiful people
But baby I just don't care
You'll never know the truth
You're one big fucking bore
Just a dirty rich whore

Think you, don't care
Thought I was a normal one?
But I'll tell you something
I couldn't shag you, cause I just don't care

Your clothes are a joke
'think you smoke just a bit too much dope
shove your fucking money
cause baby, I just don't care

Your fathers no mojo
Gives you the dollars (get outta ma' life)
Your ma's a fucking slut
A dirty old slag
Fucked you – fucked her
Yeah - I fucked her too

You'll never be loved
Your partners shagging your mate
You're a beautiful person
And 'cause of that
I love you for

© by Ian Fleming, 1999

What's Inside?

My reflection, I'm so sorry
No one, no one is blinder than I
I will not let myself see me
I'm so sorry, I'll never let me be
All I could have been

Take a look at me, my reflection
Tell me honestly, say I'm sorry
For becoming not who I may have been

Then I wonder, looking at reflection
I laugh when I look, and think what I think
Letting people think what I want them to think
Of me

Have they seen my reflection?
Do they know what I know?
What lays inside me, what I could be
My reflection, I'm so sorry
No one, no one is blinder than I

© by Ian Fleming, 1999

Optional Words For What You See and What It Is

I read my story, people say its sad
It felt so good, do it again
My pains heals others
It feels so good
My pleasure cause pain
The songs I sing, the words I write
Want to find the feeling
Of that day
Felt so good
Was so bad

The moment I felt the hand on my face
The second I new I was in the wrong place
Was so wrong
Felt so good
My pain, your pleasure
Feel so guilty
Won't you stop, I enjoy it to much
All I need is that one chance, take it up
And let it end
Kill my pleasure, cause this pain
Sorry for living
I gotta make it end
My pleasure gives you pain
Take my pain
Feels so good

© by Ian Fleming, 1999

Was it worth it? Part 1

It's late
You're gone again
An hour of pleasure
And for what?
Years of pain?
Can you tell me
Was it worth it?
All that pain
Over and over again
Do you think I'll last forever
Kill me over again
Think of me, think of you
Was it worth it?
All that pain
For an hour of pleasure?
Pain is pleasure
Pleasure is pain
Can it ever be the same again?
Love lasts forever
So can pain
So can you tell me
Was it worth it?
All that pain, over and over again?

© by Ian Fleming, 1999

Yucky love stuff

On a cold and dampen Thursday evening
How where we to know
How where we to tell
That in a matter of hours
Or lives would never be the same again
Do you remember the day that we would be?
Would you have thought that it would turn out this way?

When I woke up one morning, and
Knew where I was going
Would you believe
That's within a matter of hours
Our lives would never be the same again?

© by Ian Fleming, 1999

Happy shiny people

I'm the lowest of the low, strangest of the strange
If I let it go – who will ever know
When I live my life to show – who will ever care
For I'm the baddest of the bad, lowest of the low
But if I let it go – who will ever know?

The friends I have around me
They are only there to humour me
How could they really like me
For all they ever know
Is what I choose to show

I'm the lowest of the low, strangest of the strange
The times are gone
When I look in a mirror
And I know the man I can see
The show I put on has become me
I can't recall the one that I was
Now I see the one before me
He's the lowest of the low, strangest of the strange.

© by Ian Fleming, 1999

Innocent child

Innocent child
You're an innocent child
Born into a world of distrust
I wish you could stay very far away
From what you where born into

This is a world of hate
People with a lack of faith
What will become their fate?
Nobody cares
Nobody dares
For you, innocent child

You are pure and good
I want to give you a hood
To hide you away
From another loveless fate
Nobody cares for you
You're an innocent child
Brought into a world of deceit

I want to take you away
Hide you afar
From a world of hate
What will become of your fate
Nobody knows
Nobody cares
For an innocent child

What ever happened to the love I once knew?
And why can't I give some to you
You'll never know what its liked to be loved
How can you miss something you never know?

What did you do?
Why must this happen to you
For after all
You were an innocent child

© by Ian Fleming, 1999



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