speechless, I sit in front of their questions
what did I do? what did I learn?
not enough of an answer for them
I don't remember every minute
I don't remember every word
I remember the feelings
walking in skeptical,
then all of a sudden, I stop making snide remarks to my friends
because my friends aren't next to me anymore
not the friends I walked in with, anyway
it's interesting how a comment or two
can let flow the emotions of one person
and leave the next untouched
when walls are down
when lines are crossed
if all this can happen
in one day
in one room
why can't it happen
in all of our rooms
in our hallways
in our world
what did I do that day?
in that room, change is good
before, I was afraid to change
I was afraid to take down the walls separating me from the people I saw
I had so many preconceived notions
This group does this, this group does that
they're the ones who always hang out there
I see them every morning on my
boredom songSometimes, I sit in my chair and
I pull at my hair and
I wonder and stare and
Sometimes, I lift my head up
because I'm fed up
I scream and get up
Sometimes I stare at the ceiling
get lost in a feeling
and it sends me reeling
Sometimes, I get myself nauseous
I think im too cautious
so how can I stop this?
In two weeks I'll be at school
and i'll remember that I'm not cool
Until then I'm on my own
been spending too much time alone
Tedious, repetetive, boresom
stupid, redundant, tiresome
say all of these words to you
none of them could be more true
but nothing gives truth to them
like my life
A common fearWe all feel afraid,
Embarrassed or ashamed.
We think our own is our own
Our fear is our fear.
And so we mask it, hide it
Our secrets, our fear, our shame, our own.
No one can know, but everyone knows.
We all feel ashamed of a loudmouth brother
Or a sister, or a mother...
But a father?
The one who hold us up...
The one who brings us down...?
We see their path, and we feel their wrath,
We are their aftermath.
They pull us down their ugly road,
Taking us the way they go, until we grow...
As soon as they lose their grip,
Away we slip, and we're gone,
Back the way we came
Back, in the opposite direction.
Everything we do, and everything we are is a desperate attempt
That's not so much to be ourselves than it is to be not... like... them...
We are men and women on a mission
We are so driven to forget them
We are so ashamed by the memory of them
That we become paranoid,
We're afraid that we'll fail
That the family resemblance will win out in the end
So afraid that we go to the extremes