| Dreams I see you in my dreams, you�re like a constant vision when I close my eyes to sleep. You comfort me, you make me cry. Even though it�s a dream, it�s like living a lie. So close and so near but even in dreamland I show fear. Could this be an omen for something real and true? Or is it like nightmares running from something scary and new. I drift away in a comatose state and you are there and I know you will stay. |
| Looks Everywhere I go people stop to stare. I always wonder why they look at me the way they do. I belong here amongst them. But are they looks of curiosity? Looks of fear? Or just plain evil looks of disgust? I am just like them a living, breathing vessel of flesh and blood. Just because my outer appearance is marred by imperfections and I choose to look different they don�t have to stop and stare. He looks at me but he�s harder to read than the rest of them. Does he look at me with love in his eyes? Is it disappointment that I didn�t turn out to be what he expected? Whatever it is the looks terrify me. But no matter what I will always think of the good times and reward their looks with a smile. In my heart I know the truth. He loves me they admire me. I don�t care if they hate me, they are always welcome to look. |
| The Need I need him in my life; the sound of his voice drives me crazy with desire. His melodious singing, those fathomless eyes. Why oh why, do I need to make him mine? He inspires me inside and out. I want his body! His lips I love how they are in a permanent pout. I need the way he moves I need and lust for his grooves. That awesome body, those tight clothes! I need him in my life. I love the way he makes me feel, even if he is not here for real. I need you, I want you! His voice lulls me off to sleep. I need him; he already has my heart to keep. |
| Forgotten I watch as she sits alone by the phone waiting and forgotten. Why does a single tear run down her face? He seems to have vanished without a trace. She turns her head and looks outside maybe hell walk up the drive. Many Sleepless nights and many stressful days, She�s given up hope and locks his things away. Maybe one day he�ll come back but in her heart she knows the truth. He�s gone forever and she�s forgotten. |
| Blonde Things are much more complicated for a blonde. We have to put up with the jokes and jeers; some blonde women have to suffer the ugly leers. Not all of us are slow and dim witted! When have you ever seen a blonde get committed? We have feelings too. We aren�t here for your amusement; we are the ones who remain true. So don�t point and stare or laugh at us because of the color of our hair. We are people too, and its true we all have a hell of allot more fun than all of you! |
| What I Want Everyone thinks they know me, Everyone thinks I�m predictable. But does anyone know what I really want? They think they do but do they really? I want several things big and small, some I can buy and some I can�t buy at all! I want a man who�s sexy and debonair. I control him he respects me. I want him to be appealing to me physically as well as mentally. I want world domination, I can run the world better, and at least in my mind I can. I want no more wars, but I don�t want total peace. I want the perfect week at work and the total serenity at home. Yet when you break it down and dig deep into your soul. I find I truly don�t know what I want out of life. |
| Damien When she was born she was the only one left. She was beautiful and unusual in her own way. We knew she�d be the one to bring the world to its knees. But she didn�t want to despite our pleas. A lesson needed to be taught we never learned no matter what. Some say she was evil and true to her wicked name. We all loved her despite her mood swings she remained the same. The day came when she left us in tears. She looked at us and we were set free of our fears. She would no longer be here, but her spirit will and memory will always remain throughout the years and centuries to come. |
| Broken Record When will it end? I hear the same things over and over again. Its true life is a broken record. I live my life day to day, Nothing different same old thing to say. Why is it that life sucks? Why are we doing the same thing over and over again? Living life like a broken record SHUT UP make the insanity stop. This whole damn world is pushing me over the top! Speak when spoken to remember your lessons you have learned. When will someone do something different how can that be something wrong? Following the herd we may be different in our own ways. But face it we still are broken and never stray! Anger, sex, drugs, and murder, we see these things everyday. Different things yet still the same. Life is a broken record repeating these things over and over. We�ll never face it; we�ll never accept it. Even when we�re dead and lying in our graves, life as a broken record will never change. |
| The Darkness You, me the darkness, eternity. Love me, hate me. But know you�ll never break me! Stop saying what you say, I�m not here for you to play. I am the ruler of darkness and night. Minions of darkness show him the way; you are on your way to hell my love. See you soon, Darkness around Darkness abound. Welcome to insanity. This is my castle this is my throne. Don�t get too adjusted this isn�t your home. Look out there, through the darkness and fiery glares. That�s your home, welcome to my place. Welcome too never, never lands oh don�t be so scared. Don�t look so sad this life isn�t so bad. Another glass of blood? At least you aren�t one of those bores from up above. Embrace the darkness dispel the light. Welcome to hell you won the fight. |
| You I see you in my dreams; you are the person who consumes me. You are in my thoughts; you are the one who makes me cry. You are I, I am you, you are we, and we are eternity. Why do you do this to my mind? You are the one but are so hard to find. You are I, I am you, You are we, and we are eternity. I see you all the time night and day, but you are never there to brush my tears away. Do you exist? Are you mine? You will always and are a part of me until the end of time. |
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