I find organic to be fun
Becuase there's a cute boy in my class
And I always have to be careful
Not to stare at that ***.

And my train of thought
Just seems to get lost
Between ionization of electrons
And very ***** thoughts.

I'm always trying to focus
With my very best effort
On the professor and lecture
My answers are always cohort.
When I get called on
The answers slip out
I'm never all there
But I never have to doubt.

I know they're right
It's all in my head
So bursting with facts
A plethora of premed

That's exactly why
I never have time
To ponder emotions
Or cry and whine.

I've got equations to solve
And solutions to mix
I've got labs to write up
And patients to fix.

So while I may like a boy
I know it'll never work
I'm emotionally bankrupt
And he'll take me for a ****.

Because I wont talk feelings
I've got anatomy to memorize instead
And I wont have time for long dates
Because I'll be studying or in bed.

So I wont ask for his time
Because I haven't any to return
I don't have any to give away
No free minutes to burn.

I signed up for the race you see. I was drafted to run.
They chose to pay my tuition so I could sprint at the gun.

But here's the problem that plagued me from the start.
I seemed to have left my confidence at an entirely different mark.

I showed up at the race and I didn't think I would win.
Even the sun shining down on the game looked a little grim.

What happens when your falling without any aid?
When there's no life support and you don't think you'll be saved?

What happens when you've signed on for too much?
When you can't be the athlete you want to be and you've got a limp with no crutch?

I had to figure it all out, a dark field and no map.
I had to find my confidence before I could score on attack.

I faced the coaches and dealt with their disappointed faces.
I had to move past the fact, that I had racked up some disgraces.

I cried in the showers when nobody could hear.
Letting anybody know I was weak was my biggest fear.

Because it doesn't count you see, if the shower's on.
There's already water running down and my tears always joined the marathon.

But I surpassed the doubt. I learned to dig deep.


I became that brave player on the field.


And I only cry in my sleep.

If I stop
The ball will drop
No supplies to clean
A mess, no mop

So I carry the weight
Heavy on my shoulder
I hide it so no one sees
The foreboding boulder

They want a leader
They want a star
But my feet are tired
And I can't run far

They want a winner
Some one to run the race
But all my efforts
Seem to only disgrace

What happens when
I can't run anymore?
When my feet stop working
And my lungs are too sore?

I will be dropped
Like yesterdays trend
They will find a new doll
To mold and bend

So I carry the weight
And I shoulder the pain
I put my tears away
And pretend I'm sane

I won't let the weakness show
That my breaking point is near
I'll side step the ditch
They want me to fear

I'll pick a shovel
To penetrate the ground
Burying my feelings deep
My sobs don't sound

And after that
The race continues
Each time a winner
Is led to a new venue

To start another race
To cross another line
To achieve another title
To their own feelings. Blind.

Darkness has been greedy
And overstayed it's time
Such actions can't be legal
But who prosecutes the crime?

Whom can you even call
When the light doesn't answer
And you're enveloped by a dark wall
An eternal night dancer.

On and on
Pointed toes and dark mirrors
No stopping the dance
Even if the pain sears.

No taking a rest
No gasping for breath
Performance after performance
Dancing till death.

Dawn has yet to approach.
And it seems it’s endlessly far off.
If I didn’t know any better,
I’d think the hands of time have been caught.

I’d say they went willingly.
Just upped and quit.
Laying down their weaponry,
After taking so many a hit.

It’s been rumored around
They have quite the grudge.
They’re tired of being wasted,
They’re refusing to budge.

The hands of time you see,
Have been ******* quite tight.
Against this ungrateful mass,
They’re taking a stand to fight.

They're refusing to be wasted
They won't take such treatment no more
Until people learn to make the most of them
They refusing to move to four.

And so I’m stuck at 3:47
And my heart’s still breaking
And I’ve apologized to time,
For all the moments I've been wasting.

But the hands still won’t budge,
And it’s perpetually dark.
And I’m certain for sure,
This loveless war will leave great scars on my heart.

The clock was bound to strike midnight
This I already knew.
But I lost track of time,
And I stayed searching for my shoe.

It's like I was playing tug of war with a cowboy
I just really didn't have a chance.
I might as well have been doing the tango,
During a western square dance.

As soon as I tried to walk away,
The cowboy was up in arms.
He lassoed the rope around my waist,
And I heard the shrill of alarms.

Yet I still let him reel me in,
Like a fish caught in a net
I laid all my chips down and out,
Knowing I was loosing the bet.

I joined his game freely,
With my whole army down.
I had no back up at all.
A shopaholic out on the town.

And now I'm all torn up
Cause he's done and had his way.
And with a tip of his hat,
This cowboy's said good day.

He's ridden off into the sunset
And I've watched him disappear.

And I'm the cut up fragments of an unwanted ****
That the gardener tore up with his sheers.

I'm not really sure how it happened
I can't really explain when
All of a sudden though
The monster came out of it's den

It ate up all the sun
And hid the stars under the ground
It took away the mountains
And then there were no peaks to echo sound

There wasn't a moon anymore either. The monster took that too.
And now the sky can't be found.

I don't even know if it's still blue.

The monster crawled out of the darkness
And took everybody by surprise
After being suppressed for so long
It was hungry for their demise

This monster is inside of us
And it plots to get out every day
The battle constantly rages
And hope sometimes slips away

There isn't black and white and there isn't a good or evil.


Just monsters inside of all of us

That sometimes win.