Another Truth All my life I've been told About what I ought to be How I'm supposed to change the world And teach the blind to see How can they tell me to do What they can't do themselves How can you ask me to find What you have never felt I see my own footprints Traced along the beach Now I stand beside them And feel they're out of reach Walking on water I see what lies beneath us Perhaps you've always been wrong Maybe life doesn't lie in purpose But you'll never hear me On the beach of my own life They'll never see me As I battle with my strife Water turns crimson As the sand begins to bleed Have you forgotten The reason for your need? The oceans fall away Into what I saw beneath Still waters grow shall They have lost the will to see And still you must tell me Exactly what I should think Even though you are Sinking past what's deep Your words are just rumors That once tortured my soul Now you're the ones dying In your pitiful black holes Look who's still standing Telling the blind reality Even though they've lost their sight There's still a way to see Breakdown Don't look at these tears of mine They'll fade to oblivion soon Don't worry as I cross the line I'll come back again I live in the splendor of happiness But once in a great while, it must break and so must I But I always come back I'll always return There's no explanation to this tale Only an endless abundance of predictions None that quite fit the hole I carry the guilt of a thousand scars Guilt that shouldn't belong to me Guilt I take since no one else will So that no one else will have to suffer it I take the hurt from other hearts And feel its wrath myself For I have a way to shake it off And run way ahead of it But it always catches up to me That's when I get the full blow of the pain And it kills me Time can heal those most broken But it never heals me I heal myself And I come back Just like I said I would I will always make my way home I'll always return to myself Palette of Evening The palette of evening dripped down Onto the greens of life I'll run through the light of moon Always followed by strife I'll hide in my castle Watching the vines Creep ever softly up Its sides They make no sound No sign of their presence Strangling the brick walls Attacking its essence The walls of my castle Had stood there long But as these vines get closer I wonder if it may fall The vines run along the cracks Trying to find a way through But these walls will always be strong As long as I believe its true As sunlight dances across the sky The vines stop their ascent They can't get closer to my balcony Not while my castle is my defense Those vines will always try to reach me They'll always be on the walls But as long as I believe in them My castle, nor I, will fall Real World: My Land I'll never understand the real world Or all the pain it has curled I'll never consent to looking at What they claim are the facts I've never understood the words they write Or the reason they fight Why they always argue to benefit the useless Why their tactics are always so ruthless I can hear people telling me I don't know what's reality My head is always off somewhere In a place that isn't there They tell me I don't know their real world And all the pain it has curled If only they could see what I can They'd probably rather be in my land The Brightest Star I used to sit And stare up at the sky I used to praise the Lord And ask myself why Why do I feel Like everything's so strange Why do I rely Only on the stars to never change Guess I didn't realize Most of those stars are gone When I thought I had company I was really alone I've lied to myself For long enough Again I've been through hell And it really hasn't been too tough I've freed my soul Trusted it to be right And its guided me Through my starless nights I don't bother Trusting anything else I know all I can really rely on is myself Last night I saw One of those stars go out And I just cried Till I hadn't the energy left to pout That's when I felt My heartbeat in my chest And I realized something I should've known was best I'll never again Bother looking to the sky My own heartbeat'll Always be there till the day I die Whatever Will be Whatever will be Its how we exist Thinking everything will come our way Letting time go by Without a questioning word Dealing with the pain cause you don't have a say In the way that things are going to turn Just let the rain fall down on us You've got to give destiny some faith Everything always comes back to your way Time sets you in place So we can try to be Always running through our daily lives Believe philosophy We know what's happening Too bad the world has made us blind To the way that things could be We stare at the Hell and try to become it Never giving destiny our faith Never noticing everything's still coming back your way Whatever will be Its how I exist I'll be dealt some Heaven and some Hell Face the tragedy Knowing it will pass Believing that time will always tell Me exactly where I should stand And I'll stand there with my hand stretched out For destiny to take my faith And watching as everything comes back to my way Answer Me This Who wrote the rules you follow What fool first idolized a non-believer What makes you think there's no escape Who ever made up "shit happens" Why is it so idiotic to believe things will get better Why am I ridiculed for optimism Who made it a law to hate yourself Why am I supposed to live in my own Hell What makes you all knowing because you're a pessimist What makes you laugh at my confidence When the hell did your world stop turning What makes you think it isn't anymore When did you start thinking 'Fuck no' instead of 'no thanks' Why am I wrong because I like something else Why am I wrong because I like something Why do you ridicule those who love When did love become old-fashioned What makes trusting your heart "uncool?" What made having any emotion besides hate the right thing Why is it my fault when you do something wrong Why is going to Hell so amusing Why is doing something different now wrong Who told you people do it to stand out What the hell makes someone a poser Why can't people be what they want without your shit Why the hell do people even listen to your shit Why can't you burn in the Hell you made on your own Why do you insist on making others suffer it as well What makes you think you shouldn't be the only unhappy one What makes you think you can't ever get to my side Why can't you believe for a second that maybe you can Why am I wrong when you're the one suffering? Ballad What happened to the love songs Those ballads that made the world seem right The words that touched your heart And made you want to rhyme What happened to emotions Uplifting notes that cleansed your soul Painted your morals with strength And made your life seem whole What happened to happiness The one thing that everyone longs for What we spend our entire lives reaching A feeling that we wanted more What happened to gentleness Those who sang about holding hands Wanting to get to know someone Instead of getting in their pants What happened to believing in yourself Instead of drowning in your own Hell Knowing you could make it your own Instead of hatred and cruelty to tell What happened to the way we were When we encouraged love instead of vengeance When we searched our own hearts for answers Instead of resorting to blind violence What happened to the love songs Words that made you believe in dreams When did we stop resisting the devil And start falling into Hell's scheme Deaf Tomorrow ran away Never looking back I thought that maybe it would stay Epitome of night Suffocates a heart Blackening even the darkest days All I have left is my imagination Its all I can rely on anymore I don't know if I can trust What I see Or feel I can only trust what I can touch But I can't reach anymore And no one hears me as I ask for help No one hears No one listens I don't even have the will to listen anymore Or attempt to make anyone else F�rinn She sits on the atmosphere Her eyes on what's below Tears stain her cheeks as she Wishes for one who would know There's nothing wrong with her Nothing she would want to change Perfect for herself but still Longing for a day Someone who Could possibly understand Someone who Would want to take her hand She waits for the one Who comprehends her words Someone else who feels Often misunderstood No one to run to Only someplace safe to sit In the dark with her sorrow Entwined with loneliness Waiting there in confusion Feeling lost and empty inside She hides herself so well But not in her eyes She doesn't let anyone look For too long at her If they really took the time They'd hear her real words But she won't let them hear Thinking they wouldn't want to One day someone will come Who's word would be true But until then she's still Hiding in her place Waiting for the one With the perfect face Someone who Will understand Someone who Will take her hand Then she'll look to the left And see him for the first time She will never sit there again She'll finally feel alive Then they'll see her coming And they'll see what she is It will be the same as before But with truth behind it There will be no sorrow Only a new passion for life He'll bring out what she always knew But was never willing to try Tomorrow will never die As she shows the world her dance And she'll always be looking at The one who brought out her chance But until then she will stay On the atmosphere She'll sing her heart out And find the one who hears Page 1 All images, text, layouts, etc. are Copyright � 2002 Stephanie Oblander [[email protected]] All reproduction is strictly prohibited without permission from the owner. |