050502
Can you see her?
Hiding behind the pretty make-up
Can you see her?
She is trying to be real
Can you see her?
Trying to be appart of your world
Can you see her?
Space filler...Crowd please...Personality Conformer
Blends in the faces
Transforms to the person you want her to become
You tell her how to act, dress, speak and walk
This lie fills her mind, "If only you where her!"
Can you see her?
This confused little girl
Can you see her?
With every passing second she looses herself
Can you see her?
She is changing to how you want her to be
Can you see her?
060602
My box gets smaller as you force your standards
12 inches on each side, it gets smaller
Once it was open, I could breathe the air of difference
But with each standard you place on me, the lid closes the walls minimize
The only thing I can beathe is your views
If I reject them my air flows few
Expectance for me to accept everything that you do
You put expectations I just can't live up to
12 inches turns to 6, my thoughts conform as the clock ticks
Maybe I don't want your way of life, maybe I don't want your views
You close the lid, throw away the key...I am left with no air....no way to breathe.
102300
You have tempted me to do the things I don't want to
Why do I give in, then run and hide my sin?
You have concord, you have won
As you took my Holy crown, you beat me down
You won your case, as tears of defeat rolled down my face
You mocked, you taunted, when I unknowingly gave you what you wanted
"I am nothing with no worth, I have been born with this curse."
You repeated this believable lie as you left me uncaringly to die
As I lye there, beaten and bruised, I am ashamed I have been used
For your purpose, for your darkness
My guilt is thick, a heavy burdon on my back
If I figure out your trick, can I get back on the right track?
Will my bruises fade? Will my scars heal?
Can I recon with His love, if I get on my knees and kneel
Can I be set free? Set apart?
Can god heal my broken heart?
032602
Sick and tired of being a nothing
When will I ever be a something?
Doubtful thoughts consume me
"You'll never mount up, you'll never cross that line!"
Non-existent, invisible in this mass or pretty faces
So sick of being second standard
So sick of coming last
So sick of being labeled less
Looked over, walked on, taken for granted
Told words with no meaning behind them
Can't love, can't trust, can't believe
Anger is the friend I find
Hurt is what I call mine
So sick of being second standard
So sick of coming last
So sick of being labeled less