Jake's SongEverytime I saw you, I'd melt right there And everytime you looked my way, I'd faint... I swear But baby, I found out I found the truth You were nothing but a fake And now you lose...Jake's Song
Yeah.. I guess seeing your eyes Just gave it away Look into them sometime They're a huge passageway... oh
Cuz I moved on I don't need that excuse Those strangers constantly
Tell you how to live But I don't need a love so shallow
And you make me feel sorry Oooooh, yeah I feel sorry for you
I used to take sweet time Trying to find the
ConfessionAbove the clouds The Cross shines above my cloud And the angels kiss me My imperfections just left Thank God for the priest.Confession
TravelerI am the traveler of the night A warrior against faults My body can't handle it. The Spirit will lead me away from the night. I walk with my aching body to be revived. I am the traveler.Traveler
HopeI believe now I bloomed into a rose The soil was fertile The poison ivy froze.Hope
He said it was okay. I didn't believe or trust. But my petals were sensitive And the sun I did lust.
I get stomped on And crushed to my roots At times I am not sweet And I don't produce fruit.
My story is sad But, I'm here, aren't I? I can be seen above the snow And my growth is now your cry.
Psalm of the PatientTake me now, Oh Lord if you consort with the likes of me! See my expression implodePsalm of the Patient
the sanity tattered and ruptured writhing writing my insanity I see you in the corner, holding me holding my hand the blood has spilled out of me the emotion flowed with it My heart has drained ...right to you
Patience...patience she whispers... Patience? I’m the patient one ...in my own asylum Screaming to the bleak blackened sky oblique rays of omnipotence ...banish me
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Afraid of RidiculeMy subconscious entertains these dreams. Only my intelligence and experience keep me From fulfilling my fears. I drown in the tears I have to hold inside. I wish I could truly be happy, as you promised I could. It's ironic that I miss the dejection, the fading scars. I keep telling myself that I have to feel the hurt Somewhere else besides my heart. I know it would hurt when I moved, and I Would find brief pleasure in the sharpness. I sense the unfillable void, and hear the colors I am afraid of, the feelings I want to be numb to. Consciously, I convince myself that I amAfraid of Ridicule
TornTorn, wishing all thisTorn
Hell could be over, And wanting what my Heart wants.
Cold, knowing this Misery is something I could have avoided, Had I thought this through.
Blank, the look on my face Nowadays, tuning out what I wish not to hear, Looking for solace.
Shaken, wishing to hide Away in the darkness, When conflict comes After me.
Dead, feeling and hoping
That this is all Only a dream, A horrid nightmare.
Numb, though it all Feels like melodrama, I cannot help it; Feeli
i quit;steubenville
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