Some Deep ThinkingIf you think about things and the way that they are long enough the lines start to become blurred, and unclear. There is nothing really holding the world together anymore, but there's so much more pushing things together. Society has become the rotting stinking corpse of the purity that once breathed life here. Sure times were hard, and people died, but there was room to breath, and food where you could find it. The earth found it fit to provide and take, as she felt necessary. Now that times have changed her once soft and moist soil crumbles like cheep clay in my hands, and I am reminded more of the dust left behind from my pants drawing with chalk on the concrete as a child, and less of the rolling green pastures, and moss in the tree line.Could it be that it is symbolism for what I see in myself? Am I the one causing this damage, even if I'm just standing here? I see the freckles on my skin and the garbage on the ground and I think, " That didn't use to be there" Now it
To My RockIsland in the living room come in to the bedroomThere are things In here that I could share with you if you let meDon't waste the after noon and keep me where I left meLet's make something out of this life so that i can feel like I'll surviveThere's something kind of sick about a world; about a girl who tried to be honest.Because at the end of the day the people on the outside where ghosts looking in, andThere's no one like you who knows me like I do who can bring peace to me the way that you can.Some times I think I've spent too much time on bad memories and broken dreams and things that I thought held me together when they were actually tearing me apart. I want to look forward and be in the place where you live. You're content with everything and when I'm with you it feels like I could be that way too.