She felt putdown again today
She had forgotten about them
Parents who never liked her
Today she sadly remembered their attitudes well
Disco burnout,
fever rampant erosion
Empty glances,
mirrored hollow drums
Bleeding, starving,
passive alertness
Madeup, putdown
—treadmill run
(Woodlands Hotel: Wilkes Barre- January, 1980)
Sitting alone in the corner of your room.
there's not much to do.
Always wanting to be alone
Socially awkward heavy like a stone
Too stupid for an education
People always bossing you around.
Forcing you to take your medication
Always being putdown
Bit it's time to breath
Open your eyes to see
People try to see who I am but I guess it's
time to take a stand, or for you, not for me
but for all those who cannot see.
They're consider blind as bats but when
they see with their hearts it's not as bad
Listen to the music feel the beats,
learn to sing with your feet. sing for those
who cannot speak.
we'll talk with our open minds, and show
them all how to shine.
Reaching out for a helping hand,
Come on baby,let's take a stand.
the sweetness
out of mind
out of controll
roam and moan
left to fall
dying crying flying sighing
no one to love
all alone
shall i always be
trapped cast out
why won't anyone save me
denial suicidal
built up breakdown
smother it all away
can't leave it behind
lost in my mind
driven insane
blast it all away
it bekons again
thrown out putdown
cold and hurt
frozen within
bleeding screaming
nothing left but hurt inside
eating me up
leaving me down
repressions all i find
maladjusted no motivation
sleepless nights
i sit and wait
nothing nowhere dead
i've fallen again