| 2nd April 2002 Written Out I wrote it out So you might understand But I wrote it wrong And you act two faced No wonder I'm paranoid With your vicious tongue snapping And your hand patting mine nicely What is this? I wanted to be understood So my quiet ways wouldn't be misjudged But it all went wrong And now everything's worse I feel like I'm not trusted I'm being watched and talking about Behind my back so much No wonder I cannot operate I wish I'd never said anything And remained in silence So things would be all right now I hope I can forget all this Still Circling I'm still obsessed By two girls so sweet and kind It's driving me mad And I really want it out Out in the open Some reciprocation please This is my wish But I don't want to force what cannot be So I am still in awe Of love number one And love number two Both at the same time A Gemini trait It's crippling my mind As I can't get over either of them And the second time seems worse than the first I'll just live my lie And keep in the shadows Eventually something will happen But for the good? Groaning Muscles I want to scream Bellow from mountaintop Yell and holler my rage out as if a dream But I remain here for the chop I'll burst soon and flood you all With blood, sweat and tears of anger I want for you to make the call And leave me on a hanger People are punching bags And I am juiced up Ready to go and rip your skin that sags Bleed you and drink you from a cup You're all extinct soon For I am coming to take What is due by the moon Whatever I want - I will make Needing A Key If I had any less time To say what I felt I'd just give up and go away But there's still moment's more I just want to say If you please That you are in my head Imprisoned without the key The key will unlock you from my head I wish you were not there But you are stuck here Can you pick the lock? Please forgive me For I am weak and fell for you And I got you stuck Stuck inside my head Give Me Sleep I am so tired That I can't go to sleep And forget about all the pain Pain that I feel too often In my head it flows Non-existent rubbish more like But to me it's so real And I can't escape it For that I am sorry Self-pity is wrong But sometimes it's good So I can make out some sense Sense I need to obtain life Life to live better than this Oh my God this is killing me! But I'm still alive Damned The church saves souls The graveyard takes them I walk around Looking for answers but staying alone The cold bricks surround me Slabs with identity a future Such a waste of resources Living unknowing lives - my God! The stained glass makes pretty The gloominess that comes through From skies above As my Walkman runs low The world turns slow I cannot breathe so good A sudden fog infiltrating my lungs Coating it all inside How weird I feel I must continue now except I am struck down with vengeance Damn you all! |