True Love Always
He asked to hold her hand
Sees her looking at another man
Striking blow to her head
Finishes it off with a backhand
He tells her he's sorry,
true love always
He tells her that it won't ever happen again
And that he doesn't want her to ever leave him
So let this rose make up for that broken nose
And a kiss to seal all the wounds that need to heal
And I'll try not to make you cry
She's reassured, she wipes the tears from her black eyes
This woman that he loves so much
This woman that he loves to touch
Mind on Paper
Need to write, urge to draw
Blotches of ink of things I raw
Feelings in blue, expressions in black
So I scribble, my mind on paper
Thoughts pop up, visions occur
My mind comes up, with these bits of blur
So I scribble my mind on paper
When you say I'm missing out, the worlds revolving
Styles and people are changing
This pen is running out, my life's in front of me
Simplicity
Now I lay me down to sleep
I wonder if you're thinking about me
Maybe if I could just have one last chance
Is one last chance just too much to ask?
Seems like all there things are built up
There built up, to be torn right back down
Love, hate... don't tell me it's to late
I asked you not to tell me
Let the hearts fall where they may
Because you'll be feeling the same way, someday
Love, hate...
Rollercoaster
I've waited, longest of lines
Pretended, I had nothing better to do with my time
My turns next, I hope I'm recognized
I don't want to go BACK to the end of the line
Finally I'm on, finally locked in
Feet on the trax, going wherever I'm sent
New Foundation
I held something. I felt something
When you went away, it wouldn't go away
I don't mind, because
for the time being I still find
meaning and I keep seeing
More & more & more & more
Opening another door, time will heal the wounds
And it couldn't happen soon enough.
I made up my mind, because
what I'm finding isn't what
I'm looking for
I took the time and I asked
why it isn't the same
as it was before
Not for long, just walking along
with theme feelings growing strong
Different directions with no elections
I feel its going to be alright
No more self hate, with one relation always settled in my mind.
There's never early, there's never late, there's really no such thing as time.
Pictures Upside Down
Questions never asked,
answers that had just past
with no one ever knowing,
with all the lies unfolding
The pictures upside down
The story's always turned around
don't look to me when there's nothing,
try by making, when there's nothing
What is there to prove?
Proving to find out why
