A Love Song for Another Life

You don't want love
I know this but here I am
And I get lost
In those brown eyes, despite the fact that...

I don't love you
I have no idea why I'm here
This might not end well
But I can't seem to walk away

Maybe it's the alcohol
But all I want is you
I know your name
But this is the first time I've met you
I may regret tomorrow
But tonight let's forget the world.

Years go by
I see you from time to time
Same brown eyes
And same trembling feelings inside...

I still don't love you
But you sure make me blush
It's not yet over
But for now it's just a happy memory

Maybe it's all the booze
But I'm happy with just the thought of you
I know we're taken
But maybe in another life
We didn't care about tomorrow
And tonight we'd go back to our little world

In the morning I'll wonder
If you think the same way
But you don't love me
And I don't love you
So at the end of the day
It's just a love song for another life.

No More

Never was good enough for us
Spent days wasing precious time facing constant disappointment

Never knew quite what my worth was
Always pacing, always shaking with rage I couldn't show

How was this love?
When you told me, "You don't deserve to cry"
How was this love?
When you can't support your lazy life.

No more, no more, no more
I've had enough

No More paying all the bills
No more driving all the time
No more tears
No more guilt
No more lies

Never listening to bullshit
All this whining, and crying over how I spend my life

Never dealing with all this guild
How i didn't love you or how I'm not trying hard enough

How is this love?
When you told me, "You don't deserve to cry"
How is this love?
When you can't support your lazy life.

No more, no more, no more
This isn't love.

Love isn't wishing for another day.
Love isn't wishing for something to change.
Love isn't tears.
Love isn't guilt.
Love isn't lies

If you love alone
than you aren't loving right
If love has you crying
Then you need a change in life

Falling from Gray

Gotta wake up somedays,
With the fog blocking your view,
Can't always see what's in front of you.

For every ending there is a start,
Because you can't see doesn't mean it's not there.
Keep on running through, keep on running through.

What do we do whe the world has gone gray
Too many questions and nothing to say
Times lacking otion and the colors start to fade
It's all becoming one shade of gray.
It's all becoming one shade of gray.

Walking on, straight as long as we can,
Sometimes we trip and aren't able to land,
Stand right back up again, stand right again.

We're weathered, injured and out of place,
Changed from what we once were.
The form never stays the same, it always changes.

What do we do when the world has gone gray
Too many questions and nothing to say
Times lacking motion and the colors start to fade
It's all becoming one shade of gray
It's all becoming...

Remember the colors
Remember to fight,
It's ok to feel this way, just don't lose sight.

Life is about living,
And living is tough,
It's ok to be down, just never give up

What do we do when the world has gone gray
We stand strong and face the day
Time will speed up, colors will replace the shade
Just need to brace the gray
Just need to brace the gray

When I Grow Up

When I grow up
I want to get a job
That requires little work
And pays a whole lot

When I was 18
I thought my parents should know
Where their little princess
Was intending to go

My Mother started crying
My daddy heaved a sigh
He handed me a dollar
And patted his thigh

Mother started drinking
To forget the days
Daddy started buying me
Some new bra's and panties
So I can become the best little stripper in town

CHORUS
I wanna dance, dance, dance, dance
On my little pole
I know exactly where I'll go
As a Stripper
All there is, is up, up, up, up
On my little pole
This is all I need to know
As a Stripper

I got a pole
For my birthday that year
I dance all day
To practice for my career

I started my first day
With a smile in tow
Doing something special
For those who's spirits are low

My parents showed up
Out of the blue
Figured I'd make them proud
And show 'em what their little girl could do.

Mother shouted desperately,
"My daughter's a Whore!"
Daddy smiled sweetly and said,
"Lookit my baby go,
She's going to be the best little stripper in town."

CHORUS
I wanna dance, dance, dance, dance
On my little pole
I know exactly where I'll go
As a Stripper
All there is, is up, up, up, up
On my little pole
This is all I need to know
As a Stripper

Mommy left daddy
And she married someone new
She bettered her life
And she was happy too

I met them for breakfast
And was happy to find
My Step Daddy was a regular
At that Strip Club of mine
He said, "Hey! You're the best little stripper in town!"


CHORUS X2
I wanna dance, dance, dance, dance
On my little pole
I know exactly where I'll go
As a Stripper
All there is, is up, up, up, up
On my little pole
This is all I need to know
As a Stripper

This is all I need to knoooooow
As a Stripper

See, Hear, Speak no Evil

I see the world in colors,
but lately all I’ve seen is flames.

Ignorance is besting,
all that common sense has claimed.

Panic is overwhelming,
even the calmest of days.

And I wonder as I wander over ashes in the fields,
If this is what humanity means then why are we still here.
Echo’s of the end of days are ringing in my ears,
And I keep thinking maybe that’s the reason why we are still here.

I am deafened by the sounds,
So much is being yelled out to the world.

Violence is an outcry,
But responsibilities are blurred.

Anger is commonplace,
In all the boys and girls.

And I ponder as I prance about in blood-soaked avenues,
If this is what God made for us, then why are we of use.
Nature is trying to end us all with sickness and abuse.
And I keep thinking maybe that is why we still have a use.

I am speaking loud and long,
But what I say is not loud enough.

Logic is not present,
It has become a Diamond in the Rough.

Greed is a poison,
And our hope for a cure is tough.

And I daydream as I dance in the ballroom made of fright,
If this is our legacy, will our children know what’s right?
I wonder if God realizes how far we’ve fallen from light,
And I keep thinking if our children will really be alright.

Messages

I sent a message out to sea, and waited for a response.
I watched it settle, I watched it sway, and with a lowly wave it was gone.
Cursed I did and I parted ways with the ever-changing horizon.

I tied a message to a pigeon, and watched its ascension.
It flapped its wings this way and that, towards the wrong direction.
Stomped I did and shunned the birds with faulty navigation.

I carved a message in a tree, and left it for the night.
But loggers came and took the tree and left me no reply.
Protested I did, and off I went to plan my next outcry.

I spray-painted a message on the side of a building, and waited for a reaction.
They came, they saw, they reported and shared without giving me recognition.
Arrested I was, quickly too, as this was apparently vandalism.

Whipping Boy

Whipping Boy oh Whipping Boy…
You’re not running fast enough.
The world is catching up to you
And when it does you know you will be punished.

Punished? Yes Punished!
You are the scapegoat
If you have spare moments my friend
You are not working hard enough

Enough! I say Enough!
No more slacking, no more waiting
I demand for you to be perfect
There are no excuses for failure!

Failure, you are a failure!
You’ll never be good enough
You’ll never be fast enough
Oh whipping boy, it’s a trap.

Trap, you are trapped.
No one can save you from your lot.
Stand up Whipping boy.
Stand up and fight back.

Back, you mongers go back!
He’s had enough and he’s coming around.
The Whipping Boy has learned his say.
And you will listen.

Listen to me, Listen!
Or suffer the fate of words.
When you oppress and restrict,
The Whipping Boy will come back for you.