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Tears In Our Hands (11//22/2007)

He sits with his hands pressed tight to his face
Tears giving chase and they’re mixed in disgrace
He hates all the change that will never take place
The road’s paved in shame, so bitter to taste
Misplaced and lost in those decisions he made
He knows they were right, but they’re far from okay
He holds out his hands and screams as he prays
Is there someone to listen on this very day?
They say that the good is all that we fight for
But it seems like a game, you must pick the right door
These days that we die for, the people we cry for
And the smiles we fake for the people we lie for
Nothing is worth it, it’s just too much to bear
A cavernous chest is all he has to share
The pleasure is gone, no hope in his stare
So he cries in his hands cause they’re already there

She thinks of the words that he whispered her
It all seemed so real when he listened to her
But this kiss is a blur cause he’s missing to her
Another one lost in this mission of hurt
And it hits on her nerves and crushes her spirit
They all seem the same, she knows it and fears it
She sings it away where nobody can hear it
Her mind is a canvas, but she can not clear it
So, she cries in her hands, the tears flood her palms
The droplets of pain in the absence of calm
She’ll cry it away and then pray that it’s gone
And dry up her hands and say that she’s strong

Notes: I’ve taken inspiration from the lives of people I know and my own life, but it’s meant to be a broader description of the burdens people carry.

Weightless (11/17/2007)

Look at you, thinking that you’re getting beneath me
It’s easy, you think you’ll be the one to beat me
See me? I’m writing this all calm and breezy
Cause I don’t have a care, I’m not mad, I’m leaving
Sill wearing a smile as you keep with your stories
I’m an angry little man, I’m yawning, you’re boring
Keep talking and jawing, it’s just more motivation
But I’ll skip past the reasons of all your frustration
Cause justification must be hard to come by
I have a million lines, but your’s will start to run dry
Right until the sun dies, I’ll keep on spilling this
Driven by the fools, like you, it’s silliness

But thanks for the attention, I just love the exposure
I’ve still got the flame, I’m not changed, just older
Go flip through the folders and get the message
If it’s not done in rhyme then I don’t respect it
So, don’t expect this shit to be prophetic
They’re just simple words to call you pathetic
I’ll call you a medic, you’ve been beat by irony
I have no life but you keep your eye on me
So why’d you lie to me? Well, which one is it?
If we’re both right here, then we share the business
You can’t poke fun when you’re doing the same shit
You messed up the joke, you’re just lame and shameless
And I bet you hate this, but you’ll call it “lame shit”
You’ll shrug it off, though you can not shake this
So, here’s your dose, go take this, pussy
Your words hold no weight and they’ll never push me

Notes: Just having some simple fun with some of the kiddies who have been trying to upset me, or something lol. Depth wise, it’s not a strong piece, by any means, but there’s really no need for one here.

Air For Your (11/10/2007)

You complain about your problems and you want the answers
But you only think about it when it’s done and after
In your blood’s a cancer that you try to cry away at night
It’ll stay inside until you do the things you say are right
I really want to say this right, but I want to fucking scream it
Excuses are your reasons and it stings a bit to see it
You break your life to pieces and do it all so easily
I would punch a fucking wall if that’s the way it needs to be
Cause, honestly, it seems to me, that you will never listen
Blinded by decision, so you give the guy your vision
Another sub division in the list of those who hurt you
The people who unnerve you and laugh at you and curse you
I wonder if it hurts you to see me getting air for you
I had to take a walk because, odd enough, I care for you
I always try to share with you and be the ear that’s there for you
The angel on your shoulder, right underneath your hair for you
Sitting in this chair for you, just so you can vent shit
But every single day it appears you never get this
That every time you screw up, the waves are set in motion
In the ocean of the day and you can not control them
You can only hold them as the eb and flow direct you
It’ll get you and beat you and, in the end, upset you
I try my best to get through and make you see the message
Behind the words that it’s dressed in, in between your messes
But, in the best of all my guesses, I’m kind of feeling faithless
I can take this, but I doubt that you will make the changes
Flipping through the pages pretending that you’re reading
When you’re only really setting up for another inner beating

Notes: It’s about trying to help a person who, in the end, only creates the problems for themself.