Sticks And StonesSticks and stones,and broken bones,but only words have hurt me.In a matter of time,You'll draw the line,But I'll never be free.With my heart on my sleeve,I'm left to believe,That eventually blood runs dry,The clock is ticking,The plot thickening.I seriously just want to cry.Broken bonesAnd stick and stones,When I've only hurt my heart.I'll say I'm wrong,Sing a sad song,And I'll begin again from the start.
A figment of my imaginationIf love is more than what it seems,Just a figment of my imagination,then I cannot begin to fathom what it is.Love cannot be touched,but it touches all of us at some point in time.Love cannot be held,for it escapes your grasp if you try to.Love cannot be seen by the eye,but by the soul;a human being's one true vision.Love cannot be heard,except for in metaphor when you hear the one speak.Love is but a word;an attempt to grasp the unknown.Love comes to us when we aren't looking for it,when we are willing to let it go.Love eludes us when we search,when we wish to keep it for our own.Love only shows itself to you if you give what you don't have to it;your own love.Love, love, and more love.All of this talk about something we will never understand.Love is what makes me worry about you,Love is what makes me avoid you.Love is what controls everything I say and do,All of this for love.Love is the ability to see,Not with eyes, but with our hearts.Love is to act not i
Pandemonium's The WordThe world is falling apart today,somebody's dropped the bomb.Fire is raining from the sky,and the Devil's knocking at our front door.Armies parade the streets today,People drop like flies.Gunshots are heard outside the houseand a light fills the sky above the city.The aftermath has devastated,Not a soul was left alive.The culprit gives a toothy smile,And puts his big red button back in his pocket.
-For Kai-I want to wish you a happy birthday.I want to ensure that you live long and happily.I want you to live longer than me.What you want is for you to say,I can't tell you what you're thinking.You're difficult enough to read as is.I don't care if you say you don't want anything,I want to give you SOMETHING.I can't see you when you turn 16,But you can bet I want to be.You're important to me,And I hope your birthday is full of joy,Or at least satisfaction.
What I knowSometimes I'm a songwriter,Haven't you heard?But how does it feel to write a masterpieceAnd forget every single word?And you break a string, and you drop a pick,And your fingers bleed, and it's running thick.[Chorus]And I don't know what I know,Or why I play guitar,I'll never make your heart glow,And I'll never go far.I don't know what I know,But I still play guitar...[/chorus]Sometimes I'm a musician,Don't you feel the same?But how does it feel when you trip on stage,And all your songs are lame?And you drop the beat and lose your place,And you can see it on everyone's face,[CHORUS]Sometimes I'm a performer,So you're not alone.But how does it feel when the power's out,And everyone goes home?Now you're out of the job and out of cash,And you know your food isn't gonna last[CHORUS]Sometimes I'm an optimist,Isn't that a surprise?And how does it feel when you walk on stage,And see then dancing before your eyes?And the people are great, and the pay is high,Da
Nothing FitsThe puzzle's got an extra piece,My shoes are just too small.I can't ride in a Volkswagen,I'm just too damned tall.Nothing seems to fit for me,I'm out here all alone.I simply want to find a place,I place I can call home.
TodayToday I woke up crying,It was a dream I had.I dreamt you really hated me,That really drove me mad.I couldn't bring myself to ask you,Why you changed your mind.Why you just decided to,suddenly change your mind.Today I woke up crying,but it was just a dream.The sound of your voice soothes me,And I shan't again scream.