You Dragged me out this far
Just to Push me to a new fate tomorrow
Push, Pull, Drag, Shove, Wrench, Tear
Don't You Care
I am playing tug-o-war with my destiny
You want one, I want the other
I plant my feet down at home, you move me into an unknown mystery
I tried to stay, you made me leave, I grew to love that unknown place
But that doesn't mean, you can lure me into a new space
I will still stand strong
You won't knock me down
Longer, longer, longer, long
Days pass
The time draws near
I think of excuse and'reason
But I can't say that I share
Your brute qualities of unforgivableness
No Matter
I shall not be pushed, pulled, shoved, dragged, wrenched, tore
Not Again.
Time after Time
Don't I have a say?
No.
Not Again.

Life
It is a simple word
Yet it holds so much meaning
People use it everyday in many ways
But most people don't know what it means
After being alive so long you would think that you know what it is
Or maybe you do know what it is once you reach the age 70
As newborn babies we are ****** with life yet it came with no instructions
We try to make do with it
And in the end its all we ever know

Death
It often goes along with Life
And after a while we realize that death is part of life
You cannot avoid it, or change what it is
Just like you can't avoid eating delicious food when it is placed in front of you
You must be willing to let go of the life you had planned in order to live the life that is waiting for you

What has happened to this day
It used to be so magical
Christmas, it's called
And yesterday was Christmas Eve
I used to laugh and play
Always dreaming of today
When Santa Claus Came
And all my family came home
We would go out to dinner
And then go to sleep before Santa passed our house
I would wake up so early just to stare at the presents
Now I dream of today
Imagining all those times in the past
When I would open the presents, and my family
I would feel magical
Like nothing in world could ever bring me down
But when the time comes
And we go out to dinner
And dress all fancy
Trying to feel magical
It ends up being
Not so amazing
Our conversation turning to the more depressing subjects in life
Then on Christmas morning
When I wake up late
And go to the Christmas tree
And wait to open presents
But once that's done what is left
Except to sit and play
So to this day i sit and wonder
What has happened to this wonderful holiday
Has all the tradition turned to dust
And is it only about the presents, the food, and what we want
Has the spirit of giving disapeered
To be replaced by a spirit filled with greed?

What has man done?
we have built skyscrapers
that seem to go on to the heavens
yet mountains are taller

we have made airplanes
so we can fly high in the sky
yet birds fly higher

we have built roads
so we can drive anywhere we want
yet volcanoes sizzle them, hurricanes block them, and avalanches take them out

we have built houses
so that we will always be warm
yet a good storm can knock em' down

we move from place to place
just because we can
yet while we have to stop sometime, clouds never stop moving and the earth never stops spinning

we take up the entire world
because we are so great
yet the world is still bigger

The cold snow welcomes her
Envelopes her body
She sighs, fighting with herself
Who should win?
Life has been so harsh for her, the excitement is wearing thin
Yet if she did not have a purpose, why would she be here?
In the end she lets the snow win, because she has no fear
She loses herself in the cold
Always and forever to its power
It kidnaps her, and takes her to its lair
And never gives her back

And never gives me back

12 hours
Thats all I have
To do the impossible
To get my homework done

12 hours
Thats all I have
To clean my room
And do my homework
While still get a good grades

12 hours
Thats all I have
To get done what needs to get done
But I really don't want to
I really just want to watch TV

12 hours
Have never seemed so long
How long do I have to pretend I'm about to work
Before I actually do
Why do teachers torture me so?

At the Coffee Shop I saw a man
I saw a man and guessed his story
He had dark circles beneath his eyes
And he looked like a dead man in his faded black suit
He rubbed his forehead as he sat down
And his eyes seemed far away when he ordered his coffee
He ordered a double shot expresso
That says a lot about a man

As I was leaving I stopped to say goodbye
I figured he could use some friendliness today
Instead of saying goodbye I said hello
And he told me his story
So I told him mine

And to this day I spend everyday thinking about him
About his story
About mine
About his story of a divorce, a child sent to jail, being fired
Then going to the Coffee Shop and seeing a woman
A woman who looked like she could use a break
From work, from stress, from broken love affairs
He geussed her story
And she geussed his
She suprised him though
By stopping to say hello
And then he went on to marry her
And together they were happy
She got a break from stress and broken love affairs
And he got a break from his empty heart and loneliness