Do You See This Smile?Do you see this smile?See this mask?Understand the challenge of this task?Do you hear this laugh?See this disguise?Understand the truth in my eyes?Do you feel this happiness?Feel this act?Understand I need something back?Do you see this frown?See this truth?Understand my urge for a noose?Do you hear this cry?Hear my tears?Understand my sadness through these years?Do you feel this pain?Feel yourself die?Wish someone would tell you it'll be alright?
I Guess There's Always Something Killing MeI guess there's always something killing me.An angry bear,Or killer bees.There's always something hunting me down.Either Freddy Krueger,Or a murderous clown.There's always something chasing me away.A bunch of zombies,Or a bunch of posessed original Lays.There's always something attacking my life.Sometimes an angry moose,Or a squirrel with a schythe.There's always something kicking my ass.Either Bruce Lee back from the dead,Or an angry Majora that's been harassed.There's always something killing me.A rabitized turtle,Or a Kraken from the sea.
Falling Off A Bridge At 2 AMI step upon the bridge of life.And say this is my final strife.I jump off, into the sea below.And plumet into the mounds of snow.I fall into the desert sand.Into the one and only, Odin's hand.I fall upon the raven's back.Fall into a musketeer's pack.I fall into the sky above.Into the mouth of a turtle dove.I step off and fall onto my floor,My cat scratching annoyingly at my door.I've fallen off my bed again,And it's only 2 AM.
She'd Write A SongShe told herself she'd write a song.One with bells that flow along.She told herself she'd write a tune.Harp and guitar, something new.She told herself she'd write a melody.One that sways and hits perfect keys.She told herself she'd compose her thoughts.Any instrument her mind brought.She told herself she'd make a rhapsody.And play it throughout all the cities.She told herself she'd sing her heart.Take her feelings and make them art.I told myself the song would be as gently as the flight of a dove.And that I'd write this song for my wonderful love.
Little Allain Would Always ComplainThere once was a girl named Allain.Who would always, constantly, complain!"Mommy, mommy, my pants won't fit!Daddy, daddy, where's my makeup kit?!Brother, brother, where's my toy?Sissy, sissy, I hate boys!Aunty, aunty, this homework's hard!Uncle, uncle, 'no money in this card!Grampa, grampa, I ripped my dress!Grandma, grandma, my hair's a mess!Niece, niece, I hate your clothes!Nephew, nephew, snap out of your doze!"Little Allain,Would always complain.Until she snapped her neck.
Two Little BirdsTwo little birds, singing loud.Their stance faithful, honorable, proud.Singing loud of happiness and love.Their voice soft as feather's of a dove.Two little birds, happy and free.Singing as loud as their voices can be.Singing as loud as their heart will beat.Their eyes closed as they tap their feet.She lays in bed, on the phone.Listening to his monotone.She doesn't care how he sings.So much comfort, his voice brings.He sits on his bed, his eyes closed.She sings to him, making him doze.She has a voice, like the coo of a dove.Her heart pounds as she sings to her love.They sing to eachother, day and night.Their eyes shining, sparking with delight
Those Beautiful Birds That Never SingIt was going to be happy, it was going to be grand. But actually, this is my final stand.We were going to be away, far from the pain. But now, it's all such a strain.We were going to be safe, we were going to be free. But truly, we are as caged as we could ever be.We're those beautiful birds, that always sing.Of the feeling that being locked up brings.They sing and sing, wishing someone would understand.Only wanting to fly away, not to come back to that land.We sing, we sing, mourning every day.Wishing we were in each other's arms, wasting the time away.We sing to the skies, waiting for Freya's reply.Can she even hear our cries?So many tests we've been given by fate.I will sing and sing, until it's too late.Until it's too late to save this little bird.The one who everyone thought spoke beautiful words.But she sang of sadness, longing, guilt and demand.Each word, no one could understand.The only one who understood, and listened with all his heart,Was her little bird, w