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Don’t let me see tomorrow
Die; drown another victim of yesterdays sorrow
So please don’t let me see tomorrow
My lovely world
I cannot take much more of this horror
So I beg of you
Do not let me see tomorrow
To live is suicide
Happiness
Nothing more than another thorn true to my thigh
Controversy and senseless drama
Seems to never hurt me
I make it hell for any individual to verse me
Condense less as thunder
Your love our smile, my weakest point
Above my sadness
A child whom seekest what we don’t
And even if there is no heaven above me
Perhaps several days of grace will hug me
As my adversaries wash their faces in the disaster I see
Miles of redemption lace as death casually chases after me
Judge me
And you’re another gospel lain, slain in a white chariot
Even in the mist of darkness
Like a ghost she came plain as a stain
As your wife she’d bare it all begging for pleasure
Beneath her trials
Temptation buried a lustful treasure
Orgasms vary in a trustful measure
Ease your thoughts
For I am at fault
You stood alone
Well I left home
In my most troubling steps
I sensed your worry, your passion your grace
As only your soft touch could warm my face
My only comfort was in your arms, a peaceful place
Is the only sanctuary where time won't mourn
And trust won't turn
A sacrifice at your expense
Left us both in suspence
But it was your heart I had to convince
Would you have held my hand
I ask would you have my hand
Shadows sing
As the weak trade bread and water for anything
The only place you felt feign
Was the only place where your trust remains
Nothing so cold as your shoulder shrugs
Nothing told that you cared as your fervid hugs
I'd say I loved you in vain
But it would only sober up my pain
Burning leaves
The stress that lonliness guareentees
I only ask would you have held my hand
With me being so stubborn and arrogant
Would you still stand and hold my hand
Would you have shaped me into a better man
Walked through conflict and still gripped my hand
A Family Man
Lately I can see me providing for a family
But it's all weary thoughts aside from the demands in me
Why do this, why do that
Seems daily I lie dying on a tear soaked mat
Teachers wanna beg on me for childhood memories
All I've had is abusive tendacies
Hence forth and back to thee
Yet still I can see a family man, a softer me
The characteristics I offer to be
No more jumping homes, it's not a foster plea
The martial status of we, undo what they see
Pictures of my most wanted misery burning
A cast so rationalized in fear
It's only here to see me turning
As I satisfy my bitter aches with this funnel
Such a long tunnel, an impossible journey
Haunted thoughts of a family man, a softer me
No time realm could alter we
Back to stretch my muse
A dried up vision, died confused
Nearly bruised, alternatives misused
If I should fall from this stairway
Grab me and salvage yourself another day
It's only fair play
I could do a lot worse than a snare could say
Form:
I'm not afraid to die anymore.
It happened when I realized what it'd really been like to be young.
There were all these things coming in,
and all of them fascinating,
like the unbiased smiles of potential friends
on the first day of school.
When I didn't expect the pain to last.
When I didn't acknowledge that laughter would end.
But everything does,
all the good things and the bad things,
eye to eye, hand in hand.
I'm not afraid to die anymore.
Ring around the rosie, we all fall down.
A cheerful song for death,
because when we were young,
we didn't divide the lines
between right and wrong so quickly.
I was hateful without knowing hate,
self-indulgent without apology,
loving, giving, happy, sad,
and for a little candy,
anything could be forgotten.
And everything will,
so I'm not afraid to die anymore.
Now I'm older,
and the smell of rain on the sidewalk
tries to remind me what it was like.
Sometimes I slow down and let it.
There was the sound of church bells,
when they didn't remind me of the failures of god.
Dogs could entertain me for hours.
A movie watched a hundred times,
and a song replayed daily, for months on end.
For everything, I ached.
For anyone, I grinned.
That was then,
but it turns out that none of it was really lost,
that can't be found.
All I had to do was hit the ground,
after losing a thing I loved too much.
And get up to find that I could walk
with less care than was learned,
with a little less love than what was bought.
With less attention, the little things distract me now.
With hands that are open, but don't attach themselves too much
to what is felt, I can touch almost anything,
and nothing can pull so hard.
Not even life.
Not even death.
A lonely boy,barely seventeen,
writing sad and lovely words
from a small room with open shades
overlooking Everett's skyline:
a lovely and quite town
in the suburbs of Boston...
Mother,distance is counted in miles,
but to miss what inspires me
is quite unmmeasurable
and verbally indescribable
mother,days become nights...
and momorable moments
cheer me up when I should cry,
and be comforted by your tenderness!
Daddy,left from this very place of truce,
with a glance cold and undignified,
his plane flew over Long Island
where you courageously thrive on;
he betrayed both son and spouse!
Airplanes roar over the discolored roof
of this huge and abandoned house;
the yellow-chested parrot repeats
his funny and banal jokes,
unable to make me smile and laugh,
because inside a sorrowful heart
there's no place for joy and growth!
Mother, the heavy snow is covering the roof-tops,
and the firs and pines welcome it with zest;
but I feel the coldness and can't rest...
until I see the gladness back in those eyes!
I lie in chances
Cotton white
Relaxed in your fragrance
A scent
No rose could pleasure
After me
Laughter chases
With open arms
It looks
To embrace me
It’s always bad news that saves the day
The sadness that dawn’s upon your Saturday face
A sadder day’s grace
These songs are written
To never be spoken of
Whispers
Lie hidden
Above the trenches we’ve dug
Just like yesterdays disappear
I feel my departure
Is so very near
Secrets trespass
To only remain out in the open, clear
It’s always bad news that saves the day
The sadness that dawn’s upon your Saturday face
A sadder day’s grace
I feel the rhythm very sad and slow
You’re gone from my eyes and I’m feeling low
The pain of the chord the singe of the guitar
Sooths my soul even though you’re far
I need to hear the verse when we are parted
Play me the song of the broken hearted
The whisper of the drums and the keys of the piano
I’ll be much better when I hear the singers solo
The kiss of your life I wish it was here
Please play that solemn melody so I can hear it clear
I need to hear the verse when we are parted
Play me the song of the broken hearted
I miss you so much I wish you were here today
I’ll hit replay when I hear the music fade away
So sing me the song it’s my favorite tune
I’ll hope with all that I am I’ll be with you soon
I need to hear the verse when we are parted
Play me the song of the broken hearted
Impose your will and convince me
to stay always with you,because I
won't take love seriously;
because I weasel my way through
and suddenly forget about you!
Let me know all your desires,
and however big they may be...
I can make them come true for you;
it's time I did some right
and make you feel the warm light,
to show you the tenderness
of my generous heart...
come closer,let's build dreams for two!
Impose your will and hold my hand
when my thoughts are hard to surrender,
and I run to others who
use love just like I do;
give me that special reason to stay...
if I don't feel alive,take that pain away!
How long has it been,
you haven't felt the tenderness
and the real joy;
how many happy moments
you have imagined,
but always missed...
although you were here beside me,
to make me see I wasn't alone?
Impose your will,
so that I can live!
Does she ever speak of me while she's roaming all around
Does she ever say she's sorry for the way she put me down
Does she still have the prettiest, bluest eyes in town
Tell me now, does she ever speak of me?
I wonder if she realizes what she did just wasn't right
I wonder if she cries when there's no one else in sight
I wonder if she reaches out for me in the middle of the night
Tell me now , does she ever speak of me?
Does she still light up a room just by walking in the door
Does she still turn people's heads when she walks across the floor
Does she ever let you know what her heart is longing for
Tell me now, does she ever speak of me?
I wonder if she knows that I loved her from the start
I wonder if she knows that I prayed we'd never part
I wonder if I asked her if she would return my heart
Tell me now, does she ever speak of me?
Does she still wear a scarlet ribbon in her golden hair
Does she ever talk about me and the times we used to share
Does she ever close her eyes and wish that I was there
Tell me now, does she ever speak of me?
Before there was Irene,
now there is sweet Darlene;
Irene liked me only as a friend,
Darlene loves me and doesn't pretend!
Irene was sixteen,
I was eighteen;
and she only wanted that extraordinary guy,
not a guy who was real and ordinary!
Oh,Irene wanted me to be someone else:
rich,well-educated and glamorous;
no,she couldn't accept me as I was,
or without any inheritance!
Before there was Irene,
now there is pretty Marlene;
she can start out my fantasies,
and satisfies all my desires!
Before there was Irene,
now there is sweet Darlene;
Irene was chasing after her own vanity,
Darlene is generous and full of sincerity!