Waiting rooms are the worst by far
Avoiding the stares of others we stare at the floor
So uncomfortable
Others also vulnerable
Some are sweating bullets, others snore
Through the loss he must believe,
In her heart she still cares about me,
To survive rejection, to deal with the pain,
The heart will try to fight it another way,
Is this just ego or a prescription for pain??,
Or is it a drunken distraction to look in the mirror again??,
Screaming in my face, his anger bright red,
The blood rushing to his head,
A calmness rushes through me, I don't say a word,
I stand quietly, for no longer can his abuse be heard,
As he clenches his fist, he bites his own tongue,
Starving the demons until their gone,
Staring from a distance is all he has left,
He can no longer get inside my head,
I hide the hurt as I walk out the door,
My mind knows the truth but my heart feels more,
Enough love to say enough is enough,
I'm sweating bullets, this one is rough....
Cloudy, dark sky, bare trees, missing their leaves, blowing in the winters cold brisk wind,
White, dirty snow all around, ice covered sidewalks, no squirrels, no spring time birds, they are all hibernating, deep within their burrows, waiting for some flicker of sunlight, to appear from the bare cold sky above, no such luck.
Boots gloves, scarves, snow pants, are the necessity to keep warm,
Hiding underneath, is two layers of clothes, one must be prepared,
Minnesotans, we dare not complain, were used to this season, everyone says we are crazy, but we know deep down, that a foot of snow, won't stop us, life goes on, we are aware that after winter comes spring, then summer, break out the flip flops, shorts, sunscreen, bottles of water, its a heat wave, we'll be sweating bullets, cranking up the a/c, wishing to be cool again, so just deal, be careful what u wish for, the winter blaahs are just temporary, we are Minnesotans, we are hearty, warm, caring people, but I MUST warn you, don't get onto the roads with us...we will run you down!!!
You want a nice house
You want a nice car
Big line of credit
Paycheck wont go far
Heated pool with slide
Cell phone with bluetooth device
Laptop TV with webcam
Recliner that goes to Mars
Just put it all on a charge card
Or advance on home equity
I want to be a star
Twenty minutes of mirror fame dies
Every part of your wallet is miles dry
Gotta go back to work serving the pool cleaner
No chance to enjoy that pool deck either
I've listened to you talk for the last 1800 second
From the materialism I'm glad I've grown independent
Life is too short and there's too many like you
Lowered the credit in the world,
Who's sweating bullets to pay bills?
Yep, this girl
All you do is moan and grown
Get what comes around
Better to die poor than alone
Get it through your head
You aren’t the God you made yourself out to be
Parading your skills
Of art, speech and invincibility
You can’t save everyone, my friend
Your dreams can’t be your wall
You’ve been asleep and blind this whole time
And only now does your castle fall…
No.
We’re exactly alike, you and I
Pitted against the unknown
Only difference is I
Was never so alone
Now, hello me
Meet the real me!
You’re sweating bullets, friend.
Tell me what you see.
No.
One and the same, you say?
But you couldn’t be me
I would never lose sight of my goal
And I could never be set free…
No.
You’ve seen so little of this life
Trapped in your gray haze
Open your eyes and accept the light
You’ll see, there will be brighter days.
But you’ll have to work for them.
Fiery pits with thick smoke
I remember it made me choke
I remember the heat that stung my skin
Reflecting the fiery heat and conquered from within
Sinister and choking the balanced shame
Firefighters fighting the monster flame
Burning my heart and searing the blood
Draining my energy basking in the sun
Sweating bullets and so full of fear
The time of my judgment is very near
Relying the source of fiery hate
Describing to you something I cannot relate
Sinister thoughts balance my mind
Searching for something I cannot find
Lost and forgotten I wait for this fate
Try as you may ~ you'll never relate
Black smokes wisps throughout the night
As I uncontrollably battle this fight...
don't wanna live in her garden of evil...don't wanna make love in her lies
drawn to darkness
driven to destruction
doomed to death...
drowning in the whirlpool in the middle of her thighs...
she's a lyrical spy with the invisible touch...roses to thorns and electric chairs into thrones
sitting on high she sifts me like wheat..once smart and strong now worthless and weak
magnet to the misery she inflicts on me like a pretty predator...
it's a *** horror movie and she's the director
the invasive inspector...she never misses a beat
i'm sweating bullets in her lyrical heat
cupid leaves me stupid with his annihilation arrows...
i fall to the earth like shotgunned sparrows
her mind is narrow and her aim is dead on
i run through her garden of evil singing the same sad song
the snare unfolds like mental minefields in a genocidal generals worst defeat
the trap is tripped and the pain is long...upside down from her whipping tree
cat claws sprout as my body screams...neurotic nightmares and domination dreams
the web wraps around my heart,mind,and soul...
nowhere to run and nowhere to go
so i ride and roll in her garden of evil for eternity
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