WRITTEN BY ME
SOMETIMES U SIT BACK
SIT BACK A WONDER Y
WONDER Y PEOPLE DO THINGS
THINGS THAT U CANT
THAT U CANT UNDERSTAND
UNDERSTAND WUTS GOIN
GOIN ON IN UR LIFE
UR LIFE IS ALL MESSED UP
MESSED UP CUZ OF IT
CUZ OF IT U CANT TURN
CANT TURN THINGS INTO GOLD
THINGS INTO GOLD, WUTS THAT MEAN?
THAT MEANS MAKE THINGS PERFECT
MAKE THINGS PERFECT FOR WHO
PERFECT FOR THE ONES
THE ONES AROUND YOU?
This life pulls more than one way
and sometimes I don't know how much I can take
I just try to live it day to day
but sometimes I can't help but to break
and after it's all said and done
I know that it's ended once more
and even though I try to run
I wont get any further than before
so I try to justify all that I do
but it's never good enough for anyone
and it seems the more I try to tell you
it's like i'll never be done
and so in misery I try to escape
but I know i'll never get away
because I have to sit and look into your face
and return to another messed up day
WRITTEN BY ME
Under a tree I sit
Wondering about things around me
I sit feeling lonely n sad
Did I make someone happy
Or did I make someone mad
I will never know
Because im too afraid
Afraid to move from here
Here I grow
Grow tall in every way
Till the next I move
It will help me throu the day
NOT WRITTEN BY ME,BUT HOW MANY FEEL THIS ONE?
Darkness sweeps across my mind like a viper
I pick up a gun; aim yet I do not shoot
What force holds me back?
My heart aches to shoot and my mind is racing
In a world I fight, a world of loneliness
A world that holds fear like a knife to my Throat.
I am overwhelmed.
I feel isolated.
I am crazed and out of control.
In my heart I am already dead.
Who will cry for me?
Whose tears will fall to wet the pillow?
My tears fall alone
I only know how to hurt I serve no purpose
Yet I resist pulling the trigger why?
I guess I'll never know
I guess it lurks with in the Darkness of my Soul.