What is the world coming to?We hate to say hello
when we're always saying goodbye.
And when the time comes, we procrastinate
just to make the time come later.
What is the world coming to?
We can't make even one thing come to an end.
The truth no longer exists
and we cover our sins with even more.
Like the times you tell a lie
and your freinds find out
so you find some way to cover your lie with another.
We want to know the truth
but theres doubt that we would ever get it.
We want to feel alive,
but that's to hard with all the lies.
Will the truth ever be told again?
I'm always wondering if it will.
When it comes time to speak
we hold everything back,
just because we don't want to be the first
to break the thin ice we stand upon.
We wish to be just like everybody else--
to follow the crowd.
No one stands up for the rights we live for
and who will lead us?
Like all the times your looking for the captain of a team,
but no one stands up to the plate
to do the job.
If no one breaks out of this shell we're all living u
PromisesMaking promises not to report the abuse
when protecting your freind is important.
Making promises to love someone forever
can never last when hatred takes over.
Making promises can hurt.
Making promises can result in death
if they cause you to tell constant lies.
Making promises can be a very good thing
or it could be the worst mistake of your life.
Making promises can hurt.
Breaking promises could save a freind
if it helps to stop the hurting and lies.
Breaking promises may hurt one
if it is the promise of love being broken.
Breaking promises may cause you to lose a freind
so make sure you think before you act.
Breaking promises can hurt too.
Forbidden LoveStanding motionless in the garden
breathing in hot air
making no sing to move
or fall through and stare
standing before me
with gorgeous brown eyes
is an angel awaiting
to fall from the sky
through thick and thin
he awaits a goodbye
from the one that he loves
and will forever in time.
KevinYou left without fighting,
the driver held your fate.
Sitting in the car innocently,
when the impact took your life away.
You never did anything wrong
to deserve death in that manner
And speaking truthfully
no one deserves to die.
He had a smile that would brigthen your day,
but the stupidity of one took his life.
LaughterLaughing, screaming, laughing loudly,
laughing at my own useless life.
The laughter comes from my own soul,
the laughter or a million women.
What did I do to deserve this...
Nothing at all but it''s funny
How the best of women are hated
and handed what brings them most pain.
But gather round and laugh with me,
laugh while the pain grows more intense.
Just laugh with me, laugh until the end.
Grave DiggerHis eyes turned dark with fury.
His anger fueled by hatred.
His sadness deepened by loss.
His soul ripped out of his life.
His life had no more meaning.
His love had no more power.
He lost what he most wanted.
Now he lies six feet uner,
and you are the gravedigger.
A Fear of Losing the GameThe cold blade is now against your wrist
and what is it doing to help?
Wanting to let it glide through your skin
it's simply a need for help.
Suicide seems like the only way out
when truly you just need some help.
Taking in all the thoughts of the past
why won't you ask for help?
Grabbing the bottle of pills by the sink
when you just need to grab a phone.
Sinking your teeth through the bottle cap
when you could just dial the phone.
Think about all the ones you'd effect
if your wish would finally come true.
Just remember there's always someone
sitting there, waiting for you.
is only a fear of losing the game.
LoveWhat is love, can you tell me?
I need to know, what it is.
Is it good, or of the dark?
Is it rife. or is it not?
Can I hold it and keep it,
Or should I push it away?
Should I receive it, or give it?
Should I store it in my heart,
Or should it be in my mind?
I can't explain what love is,
But I can say "I love you"
LostLost in a world of endless hate--
bound by the darkness of this world.
I see no escape, no way out.
I see no more--I am now blind.
What is the reason for living?
When all that's left is fully dead.
What more is there I ask of you.
No Zion in sight, no refuge.
No end is found, no end to this
what can I do to get away?
Away from myself--from this world
free me I plea, find what is lost.