Sing It Out

She said
Don't let me stop you
from doing what you wanna do
And that's what I think too.

Who's gonna stop me
If this is really what I'm suppose to do?
It's time to get over myself
To get over you

And start making sense
Of what needs to be done
And what needs to be aimed at
To hit it in the middle of the eye

La Do Da

I, Hurt

It really hurts
When someone does something to a loved one
Because they don't know the whole reason
Why it was happening in the first place

And maybe they were both slightly wrong in the first place
But still who is that one person to say
Maybe they should get the whole darn thing
in order before hurting people with blunt knives

And maybe I was also in the wrong
because I felt I could help
But said the wrong things
Because it was the wrong time, I was upset.

It blurred my judgment
But I know I wasn't totally wrong
And that explanation doesn't suffice for me
Not a lot of it does.

And now I'm weeping bitter tears
Of sadness and of rage and hurt
Because I know things won't be the same
Between any of us.

It's not just me who thinks
That this is a bad quality
It's more than 5.
Above 5 freaking people.

I'm not coming back
Not because of a bruised ego.
But because you refuse to see the whole story
And treat my loved ones like crap.

...and I feel like I have no where to turn to comfort my mind

Rock Fist Rhapsody

Why do we feel
that those that can open our hearts
are gods among men
when really they are so human?

Why do we scream their names
Until our lungs hurt
Is it so someone knows
in this moment we are not alone?

You never wanted to be raised above
Yet there you are like a myth
But even those that look like gods
are human even more than you and i at times

You are just a man
And I am human
And we are the same
In our suits of skin and blood and bones

touching you won't make me immortal

Goodbye Hello

Are you ready
for this coming year
and for everything
that it will hold?

Are you ready
for heartbreak
for love
for second chances?

Are you ready
for new beginnings
and failures
and choices?

Are you ready
to hold onto the old and new
and forget the new and old
when it doesn't suit you best?

Are you ready
to become who you were meant to be
not compromising anything
to be that?

Goodbye 2009, Hello 2010!

Crying Daisy

Sometimes I just want to ask you
Straight out with no strings attached
If you'd rather me
Just walk out of your life

I want to know if you'd think
It would be easier for the both of us
To forget each other
When that's hardly the case.

If my name was just a whisper in the wind
And your name was just a name
Would it be easier
To get on with life not thinking of those things?

After loving and hurting
and crying and singing and lying
and silently admitting our deepest fears
to each other

Where do you get off
Just cutting it off
Without consent
from me?

It hurts too much to think about friends sometimes

101 is You.

So what am I suppose to say?
If I can't speak honestly to you.
What am I suppose to do?
If I can't be close to you.

"Babe, the truth hurts so just accept it."
"Hun, we all got to face the music."
Baby I wouldn't be here if I wanted lies.
Hunny I live to dance to the music.

Maybe I'll just stand here
Waiting
With my arms stretched wide open
So you know you are always welcomed

Into my home, into my heart
Just tell me the truth
Clearly, honestly, real
Because then maybe we can both feel less tense

Because I don't like knowing that this is all I can do for you.

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100 equals me

Just a little bit of color.
Just a touch of grey.
Is this the half full or
the half empty glass next to me?

But where do I fit into this?
Am I adding to the colour
or fading back in the grey?
Where do I stand?

Vibrant.
Radiant.
Can you see her
dancing through the airwaves of the pages?

Dull.
Plain.
A hand waves
above the crowd, but you don't see him?

What's the cost
of your soul
When you aren't colourful
When you aren't plain.

Stand up. Stand out.
Splash some color on life.
Get comfortable.
So you don't invade into personal lives.

A balance on stilts
A balance of scales.
A balance in life and death.
A balance in hues.

Let's paint the city with lights.

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