Jaded, Bitter & Twisted

I'm sick of playing all these games with you.
I'm sick of trying to pretend that I give a shit.
I used to care and sometimes I do
But I'm not waiting 'round to be talked about and abused
(it's not my thing)

I'm not trying to be everything
Just trying to be the best person I can
Through all the sticks & stones you & others throw
I get bruised & I bleed but I still try to be me
(it's hard)

With all these expectations placed on us in this modern world
With all the competition at our doors
While the world becomes so Jaded, Bitter & Twisted
It's hard too, not to become these.

I was never like this & I don't want to become like others have in previous years
While people fall over the ledge & things crumble down around me
I refuse to become Jaded & bitter & twisted & try
I try to be the same sweet child I used to be

I'm not trying to be everything
I'm just trying to be real & feel emotions
While it hurts being lied about & being kicked when your down
Reputations at stake, I just try to be real (I just try to be me)

It's hard while everything's falling down around me
And it's hard when I'm being knocked down by debre
These situations & outside influences I can't control
Seem to be trying to take me down but I refuse to fall
(if I fall I'll get back up)

I'm not trying to be everything
I'm just trying to do my best day to day
Though I may dance, write, act & sing
Though I may model, look good and everything
I'm just trying to be myself
I'm just doing the things I enjoy
Without harm or conflict to any other person
I am no one else
I'm not trying to fit in.


A song I wrote....

28/04/2007

Daily Business

Painful times are shared by all
Not everyone has a good day
Accidents happen daily
To anyone anywhere, everyone everywhere.

People are called to right wrongs
Others are asked to go home
While some are strong and deal with issues
The rest break down and cry.

Nobody knows why different people act differently
Why people seem to cope with tradgety easily
And why people pass out at the thought of an injection
When a simple thing could save your life.

It's hard to determine how one will act when faced with a new situation.
Is written in script, a prophecy destined to occur?
Imprinted in our bones, our skin, in our fate?
Or is it simply a chemical reaction in our brain?
Who knows?

Should we ask questions if we are unsure?
Or should we sit and wait for the answer to come?
Will the answer come if we wait
Or should we scout the answers from their homes and intrude on their daily business?

Well what?....

Who knows?!!!

Grapevine

Well I heard it through the grapevine.
That you're a fake liar.
To my face you're fine
Behind my back you're spinning yarns.

Yes I heard it through the grapevine
And it seems as though you're not shy
To run down those that are loyal and close
To hurt those that love you the most.

Those that lie get caught.
Those who play with fire get burnt
Nobody needs unnecissary pain
It seems as though your lies are in vein

Your lies told through spite will bite you hard
And those that have been there before won't fight
For you anymore cause you've burnt your bridges
There's nothing left but ash to prove who you used to be.

Nobody's gonna care
Nobody's gonna be there
In your time of need you'll bleed
Only you can save your soul.