(untitled)
I know I don't see things
clearly
I see I'm so immature 
I know my brain passes bearly
cause I see only what I feel
I know I don't do it for you
I guess deep down that's the deal...
cause I can be romantic and be all you need
I can be your best freind when you want me there
and I could hold you when you let it bleed
and I could be there forever
If only I looked good...

                          (Writen by Jesse Mazzola)
     Breathing
As I breath in the sun goes down again
blow it out and kiss my mind goodbye again.
break through my skin and leave it all behind
As I breath in I close my eyes inside...
  So I scream at the skys
  to go back in time
  I cut all the ties
  that make up my rhyme
  and then change my mystakes.
Just dragging tears along this gagged trail
All dead and drouning I am weak and frail
cause we all walk in zombie crowds in cities with no names
we die while reched rullers watch us play their little games...
                                   
(
Writem by Jesse Mazzola and Jennifer Ball)
     This Key
This key looks plastic to me
I cant open you up
this key would break if I tryed
but I try to open you up
  This key must have come from a machine in a store, so it works When
I imagine it does
I am a child so I can pretend...

(Chorus)
"Just take another peace of me" you said
"cause you can never love again"
This key's a little bit fadded
and I'm a little bit jaded when I try to take it off my chest.
So I try but my hands fall away...
  This key makes me sick at the touch
Its on a chain around my neck
and I can feel it burn but I cant take it off.
This key makes the agony to mouch
the pain's to metophoric
and the leson I can't lear when holding memmories of you...

(Chorus)
Invisable pages in a book that I can't read
so if god only knows the good that he see's than why'd he create me...

(Chorus)

              
(writen by Jesse Mazzola)
                Ode
Desdamona
with hands faded purple under me
cold hands
long and agile
her blood drips profusley in her sea
Our minds are eaqualed
fragel tea of tears
and everyone see's that no one see's
back reflection in her mirrors.
No reflection of themselves because they'er scared
to fryed to be responsive to the deep
what to say what to say when there's so much I have spared
all emocian get's desolved in desdamona's spirited weep...
                      
                    
(Writen by Jesse Mazzola)
             Analitical for Lauren
out of the words
are you out of emocion
out of any sort of devotion
to your self
you analize the ground
you analize the ground
you tape record the buisy signal
you tape record the sound
tape record yourself
and let the audio die
you run away from yourself
yourself abide
your self behind you
and you analize the sky...


                   
( Writen by Jesse Mazzola)



           Pearced & Tattooed
I am only me without you
you leave the way you do
calm, quiet, out of reach
pearced and tattooed
hair colored, learned to feel
too late for me
too late for me...
You've become what I despise
and all that I love
always all that I love...

A love is all I need (4 x)     (Chorus)

you leave the way you do
pearced and tattooed
learned to love too late for me
too late for me
I am just a shadow of your hand on the wall
so make my face the way you do
just for a show
the way you do
   (Chorus)
and it's to late (repeat 5x)

                
(Writen by Jesse Mazzola)
               You & the Game
I can never win with you motherfucker
I've learned the more I find
the more I'm lost
your a frightend child just like your mother
always blind but your the boss
I fucking despise you sometimes
but your not so bad so I get over it
and I'm a lier somtimes
needing confidence to cover this
but your not always right you know
there are times I've noticed your made of sand
but you crumble "the right way"
not like me when I crumble insesantly
without a mask
nakid under the sky
and your a lie too
but you'll take this the wrong way
you crumble like I do but make it look cool
pretending  you don't give a damn...

       
    (writen by Jesse Mazzola)
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