Thursday, September 20, 2007

Being friends Is the Hardest thing Ever

If it seems like I'm pushing you away, it's not personal.
It's me, not you.
I can't bear to have you see me this way and what I'm going through.
It's me, not you.
Cause it hurts so much to know that I
don't have strength to push back.
Every time I close my eyes I feel
tears coming back

It's not your fight
But you want to fight
I can' let you in on my life.
You clench your fists
and say, "We will get through this"
But I can't see why you try
To help me gain my life.

I get caught with the gun im my hands.
This sin I'm going through
Is me, not you.
The stain of blood still covers me,
what do I do?
Forgive me, I've lost you.
The pain that you go on through
Is what hurts me most.
You cover your face from my disgrace,
You accept my blows.

It's not your fight
But you want to fight
I can' let you in on my life.
You clench your fists
and say, "We will get through this"
But I can't see why you try
To help me gain my life.


Your release your fists
and in times like this,
I see the holes in your hands.

My blood is in your hands.

Saturday, September 1, 2007

Untitled

All of me is what you see:
A broken heart, some shattered dreams.
5 harsh blows across my back.
A losing life I thought I had
to control. I'm letting go
of everything that I hold.
All of me, all of me,
I'm giving back to you.

Here's my dreams,
Here's my fears.
Here's my pain,
Here's my tears.
Here's my heart,
Make it yours.
I want to be what I was born
to be.

This is what, what I am:
A cheating dog, a lying man.
I'm sorry for the words I spoke
that peirced your heart with wounding blows
that brought the tears to your eyes.
It is now I realize
That everything I could be
would never amount to what you want me to be.

Here's my dreams,
Here's my fears.
Here's my pain,
Here's my tears.
Here's my heart,
Make it yours.
I want to be what I was born
to be.


Why don't you take my hand
and lead my from this sin I love.
Why don't you steal my heart again?