Put it back
Put it all away
Don't try to take it if you can't pay

Its not nice to steal
Its not nice to bite
The last thing I want to do is fight

What happened to your care
What happened to your touch
Its not fair you made me love you so much

Truth is I miss you
Truth is you're my world
Talking all night will never get old

Please stop messing around
Please stop making me feel
Tell me you love me and that love is real

Never leave me alone
Never leave me to my brain
I tend to let myself go insane

I think that you care
I think that you know
You're just too afraid to let that love show

I can't be sure
I can't know it at all
But I wish just for once that you'd let yourself fall

I love you
I love you
I guess that's all

I am
Depressed
Oppressed
and Obsessed

fixated into thinking love will heal me
of the burden I carry
and life will be merry
once again

love is not mending
the scars in my soul
or paying the toll
for infinite debt

love drives the knife deeper
I'll go insane
from the pain
of never being good enough

After being out in the dark
And sitting out in the cold
I look up at the sky
To see the man on the moon

His face is like butter
Silky and golden
He takes away the hardships
That come in the night

The stars that surround him
cannot outshine his beauty
for he overlooks the earth
on his own

I look up tonight and I wonder
Have we ever shared a glance
Of miles away but our eyes bound
Together at the light

Do you think of me now
As I think of you
As I stare and wonder
At the man on the moon

dreaming and drifting through the night
I know that I am safe
no monster tries to hurt me now
alone in my dark cave

I walk through and my eyes are opened
to a completely different place
my mind has no limits to the things I can do
my thoughts float around with grace

my cave is mine to keep
no one else aloud inside
unless that is, I take you in
and let you have a ride

here I am everything I ever wished to be
maidens, heroes, shooting stars or even the trees
but now this buzzing brings me away
oh how I wish it weren't monday

you're supposed to listen to stories
to learn from stories
and to take from each story a moral
or meaning

but what if these stories have been twisted
their own truths mixed
with society's despair
and heart ache

everything is wrong
not even the brightest of stars
knows of its tales
adventures or happiness

we cannot listen
we cannot learn
we cannot gain the knowledge we need
to grow

there is no hope for tomorrow
for you cannot fix the broken-hearted
they know of no love
the poor black souls