The Hole


Funny how when some thing is over we still hang on and leave scratch marks in it.

This saying about doing the same thing over and over expecting different results says it all.

“I was walking down a street. I fell into a hole. I didn’t know how to get out of the hole. Finally I got out.

I was walking down the same street and saw the hole and fell into it any way. This time I got out sooner, because I knew my way around this hole.

I was walking down the street and I saw the hole and this time I touched my toe into the hole, just to make sure it was still a hole.

Yep, still a hole.

The next time, I walked down a different street.”

Hole

Asking For It

Everytime that I sell myself to you
I feel a little bit cheaper than I need to
I wiil tear the petals off of you
Rose-red, I will make you tell the truth

Was she asking for it?
Was she asking nice?
Yeah, she was asking for it
Did she ask you twice?

Everytime that I stare into the sun
Angel dust and my dress just comes undone
Everytime that I stare into the sun
Be a model or just look like one
Well I’ll rock it to the end
Do you think you can make me do it again?

Was she asking for it?
Was she asking nice?
Yeah, she was asking for it
Did she ask you twice?

If you live through this with me, I swear that I will die for you
And if you live through this with me, I swear that I will die for you
Was she asking for it?
Was she asking nice?
Yeah, she was asking for it
Did she ask you twice?



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