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| Trees Sometimes I ponder the things that we do If we didn't do them would we turn out the same? I don't think I'd be me or that you'd be you we'd all be so different if not for the choices we've made. I guess it's like wondering about the way that trees grow. they are majestic and beautiful reaching toward the sky, But they came from just one seed nature had meticulously sewn and yet it's like us.. like the branches of our lives. Each decision we make is like the young twigs on a tree. When the sun shines east we go one way, west the other We continue to grow as the years pass we can see its all connected, all just sisters and brothers. Sometimes we get cut short. Other times just a limb. We have skin to protect us from the weathers that pass Even times when hearts get mangled because of her or him We can chose to move on, or fall flat on our ass. |
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| Hazy How do we get wrapped up in these webs all confusing and difficult and crazy? Just sittin here looking around my future is getting overly hazy. You think things are innocent or on the surface they seem Until you wake up one day and just really wanna scream! Things are going nowhere it's like you're livin in a trance Not giving any of the crazy thinks in life even just one more quick glance Before you know it you're outta control Like a spiral you are falling so fast Why can't any of the good things ever just simply last? I've lost sight of the prize don't even know how to get back On the winding road that lead me here I just wanna get back on track Wanna go towards the goals so neatly placed in my head The ones that have gotten me here and have left me so far from dead Life is a journey it's a gift we are given Just makin the best of it can get you to heaven. One time I had it now I'm fighting so hard to get back the feelings that consumed me not back in time all that far Every day is a mystery nobody knows where the road leads But I've gotta start listening to the path my heart wants me to heed. How do we get wrapped up in these webs all confusing and difficult and crazy? Just sittin here looking around my future is getting overly hazy. |
| Answers Up and down and around we go, trying so hard to see things clear. Right about now the ride is getting old, just tell me the answers I can go on. How can you ever expect me to change, if you're never stopping to explain what you are wanting? What can I do to live up to your expectations, from what I do, to how I talk and walk and look? Tell me what you're looking for, and help me to see it. Right now all that is in front of me is a blank wall. nobody is talking about the problem at hand, they are just pointing the fingers away from themselves. You ask me to change but never want to take the time, I'm stuck in a trap here in my own mind. Just say what you want me to do, so I can get off of this rollercoaster. Up and down and around we go trying so hard to see things clear. This ride is going to end somehow, just tell me the answers I can go on. |
| Enough You've played with my heart enough stomped until it was nothing on the ground. You are the reason I cannot trust any man that has since come around. I just want you to let me go so I can see if love is possible again or if my heart is cured to an endless lifetime of damnation, hopelessness and pain. Ripping my innocence away from me and then running with it far far away. How could you do it and feel nothing No remorse, not even for one solitary day? So many times I have wished you dead I'm sick and so tired of the nitemares that taunt me as I sleep at night I just want to breathe and finally be set free. Why can't you just let me go.. let me be free of all the lies and deceit. Is there something I have and don't know that you are longing to have back from me? |
| The Desk Sitting up here in my world all alone, with so much activity that I forget to breathe. Now here you come telling me off... But once again, you don't want to help me. What is your problem? What's with the games? All I have to do is walk away from it all, just once when you treat me like I have no name, and leave you to sort out the pieces I've left. I know you don't want that, you told me so. Told me how you loathe my responsiblilties So why is it so hard just to help me out and get these things into my mind more clearly? |
| Sad Song That's not me belly-aching, what you hear is my heart breakin. Guess I'll head to the honky-tonk and drink these blues away My feller done left me now I'm drowning in my tears Y'all need to see that this is killing me *My rendition of a country song after a few I heard one day* |