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Time and time again, we repeat, To live previous lives, We live and then weep, We then warn and die,   But despite our best teachings, Descendants are our kin,
We’re all different flowers, born at different hours But we’re all the same, blown away by the day With different names,
“loved ones, your feelings determine mine” this is what my voice proclaims but does my heart truly sympathize?   i encourage you to confide in me but is just it to reciprocate my ego?
Rain, The rivers of water rushing down my umbrella, The icy hand of the wind hitting my face, The sound of war within the clouds, ringing in my ears, The slip slapping of my rain boots on the sidewalk pavement,
Every time I try to think it's like a haze Engulfs my mind. So negative, so deflating My mind is in a bind.   For you see, my creativity Is trapped in this haze.  So deflating, so negative
"A good wine mellows as it ages" is what my dad says in reaction to my passion. I don't want to here this because my feelings are real
These are the heart-shaped scars my lovers leave.
I roam from here to thereremaining discontent.My heart won't call this place a home,It must stay unattached.Everything is so unreal,I know it won't be long.Slowly I will drift away,
Her eyes were blue like the ocean. The salty waves form and roll on shore, her cheek. The continue to flow until they drown her. Her eyes, the sea, a door.
Can I be understood I wonder I am so awfully unique The good and bad of it is so plain My voice makes no thunder My view is too terribly bleak My reality too much to blame On something so horribly cheap
"I'm so lonely. I'm Mr. Lonely. I have nobody..." these words ring true in my ears from that shitty song so popular a lifetime ago. But back then I didn't listen and couldn't empathize. I had a friend and
Sitting in an empty room with nothing but me Enclosed by four walls that stare at me With no mercy or sympathy they stare With menacing eyes they stare  
I want to arise like a phoenix from the ashes Live for the moment and everything else can reside where the past is You’ve been there, done that, it’s all said and done Like Joey said:
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