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Time to close your eyes Sit up late this night...and more to come I guess its no surprise Ive been dreading this night since the tears began to begun... But still im here if im needed No aces on the table Will be strong for you if jaded Just please dont cut my cable I feel like a part of me is missing Cant feel striaght i guess im numb Just hope that you wont be hating me Well....im sorry for what ive become Im still here to wipe your teary eyes Your pools of light....that light your soul     Im sorry for this mess ive made          Im sorry for the cold

I hate him-   The person who never talks to me anymore more   He never lures me in   He's stolen all my dreams...and more I hate him-   Everyone else can't get enough of him   They say they need him more and more   Always asking for more I hate him-   He's stolen my dreams from me   Long hours each night, waiting for him to come   But does he ever come? I hate him-   He's even stolen my girlfriend   The one person who cares   Now she needs him more than me I hate him- God..... Sleep really sucks

Somehow as i walk these halls The walls and glass is all tainted blue The air is so thick, it'll catch if I fall I stop to think, this rain's for you.... Melancholic is the feeling At least, if apathy, does it's same dealing But I look outside, and all is blue I have to think, this rain's for you... So soon my heart is beating fast My mind, it'sthoughts are racing past Until the fisher pulls in his cast     And in its image i see you.... You see, I know, as i see fall The sky's melancholic tears, on us all I know that your silently whispering your call It just so happens, this rain's for you     So please, just don't look bl

This is to a friend Who knows just who she is Who i had to leave behind as i left from home to home... As i left from here to there... And as I'm sitting in the backseat Of the beat up rental van My eyes wander in the window But my heart see just one thing It's yelling, "What are you doing?! Leaving it all behind Your home, your family and your friends When i know their on your mind." And i said "Listen heart, yea i know That this just don't feel right... But look inside yourself and you just might find That i may just be right, when oh When i say that i love them! And I hope that they love me And if they do, then we both kn

Some foolish people say they know That as they look into an Eye They can see that person's troubled soul And can watch them as they die You know, I used to think that too That those eyes, a window make But now my hearts a quivering all alone I can see mistakes in my own wake... Those pretty eyes just may be... Windows to your pretty soul But the shutters have been closed, the blinds are down     To the one who needs them most... Yea I'm the one who needs them most The only one searching, for those windows in your eyes So, well.... I guess I'm flying blind

The puppet master came to town Again and again, again and again.... To gather her ragdolls and gather her clowns again and again, again and again.... Happy faces on sad white clay,                  tears roll down with smiles at bay. The puppet master came to town again and again, again and again.... To twist our hearts on thin line strings again and again, again and again.... Making us face the challenges it brings again and again, again and again.... She flicks her wrist to move our string,                   We thrash about ,  Oh the pain it brings! And still, i dance the wide eyed schemes Again and again, again and again.

The faerie tale inside my mind Where wind blows through and clocks tell rhyme Where time is stopped and all is still But the trees in the breeze and the cloudy mill The sunset lights the clouds and moons The rolling tides and all in bloom But the hermit, the keeper, sits alone on the shore Cursed to watch forevermore Happy, yes, but more so sad The bottles he keeps are never glad They scream to him and long for more For wings to take him him to new shores They shout and yell to draw his sword To fight for life and love.....for  more..... But still he sits upon the shore .....And dreams his dreams forevermore......

The shadow of the man inside Who fights his cause with every breath Must learn to let sleeping dogs lie For every second, he must test To the  warrior, a great battle is fought where blood tints the childrens' puddle But to him, this world, is really naught But dreams, which fates have cause to meddle To the weaver, the spinner, must choose her threads wise Doth the blade that rests on her shoulder For one wrong stitch is her demise In flames, each night, her work shall smoulder To the judge, with his crown, of rubys and jewels People trouble and visciously tear They look to him, not a person, a tool They'll use it, and if it b