Fists ClenchedThe crushing sound of metalMore Like This
Is nothing compared to the crush of a heart?
Like the feeling of a clenched fist
Ramming its way through your soul
If only there was a way to defend
The hide from the truth
Our last resort is hope
We can hope that nothing bad will ever happen to us
But in the end nothing is sacred
We will one day find our souls gone
We will one day find our hearts crushed
The feeling that runs through your veins
The shadows creeping up on your fact
The ghosts moving up your spine
Can't compare to the feeling of hate
The feeling trapped inside through years of neglect
We will soon have the chance to unleash it
The chance to expose everything
We will one day be released
We will set upon the world
With our fists held high
With out fists clenched with anger
We used to be friendsIts been some time nowMore Like This
I thought this would be done
But the feelings arent mutual
I guess Im the only one
I thought wed be talking
I though things would be the same
But you think you can mess with me
Like this is all some huge game
Well you know I still care about you
You know I always will
But I guess there are times
Where you just have to move on
So Ill keep this to myself
Wont bring it up again
But the memories will never fade
Because once, we were friends
Shades of greyHis life is shades of grey.More Like This
Not pure good,
but not completely bad.
His heart is shades of grey.
He has been hurt many times,
but still searches for love.
His mind is shades of grey.
He has learned to love, listen and care,
but also how to hate, disobey and deceive.
He has learned to live in shades of grey.
His life is not perfect,
but is better off than some.
He sees in shades of grey.
Over time he has learned many things,
there is no right or wrong, black or white,
but only shades of grey.
A Sad Life.....More Like This
is like the rain.....
It keeps falling and falling.... into nothingness...
They hate me...
No one likes me...
I have few people that care.....
Spend a MomentSpend your whole life runningMore Like This
Up and down
Around and around
Spend your whole year yelling
For the bus, at the dog
Out the window, through the phone
Spend your whole month thinking
Deep and shallow
About the world or just yourself
Spend your whole week listning
To your parents, getting old
To your friends, all concerned
Spend your whole day crying
For help and advice
Because its all you can do
Spend this moment remembering
Because memories fade
And theres nothing you can do
If you were a strangerIf you were a strangerMore Like This
Someone new among the old
And you happened upon yourself
What would you think
Would you like the you
Would this stranger
Like who you are
Would you befriend yourself
Or just continue on
Would you happen a glance
At this person passing by
If you got to know yourself
Hear your secrets
How would you hear them
Would you learn to love yourself
Or would there only be detest
If you made friends with yourself
Would the friendship last
If you had to love yourself
Could you do it
If you had to see yourself through others eyes
What would you see