What happen to the envy to all imagination
Nothing is worse fearing the person you once loved
I guess the reasons have become to worthless
And the sensitivity is real when you make a picture perfect

If you have the right to dream then you have the right to work it
That's that feeling that makes it worth it
I Try to repent on the true commitments
But that fraud is dangerous if it's not indented

Positive work ethics I see that's a good successful story
Bashing in the moments and bathing in the glory
Now I know it's the world wide mess
I change from hood hoodies to business suits to dress and impress

When Hov made his first Mill I was still in my Batman draws
Now this young cub is following in his own lion paws
I swear last night was so unreal
My jesus your blessing is not invisibles so please take the wheel !!

Perfume mixed with B.O. fill the air
Bore's me to death, beyond compare
Students separated in groups, depending on their own personalities
The popular crowd, the geeks, and the ones who don't fit into reality

Drama and backstabbers are everywhere you go
Some students stand up to them, some just go with the flow
Waiting patiently for that day of freedom to come
Rule breakers and bad boys pick on the nerds just for fun

Teachers pushing students to far
Trying to lift their heavy weight, over that bar
I don't understand why we have to go to school for thirteen years straight
I just can't wait til I graduate  

You can never trust anyone, even your friends
You never know, if their til the end
Stuck ups and kiss ups, try to follow the rules
Oh, how much I hate high school

The power went out in my house for the first time tonight.
It took only but a moment for everything to run loose from my hold and to leave me empty handed and
sightless.
It was as sudden and unpleasantly startling as the moment I realized I’d
fallen in love with you
and now these vaulted ceilings and smart, leather couches have fallen
victim
to the same darkness that shrouds my breaking heart.
I think you’re really selfish.
But so am I,
and as I hide in the blackness with the amber haze of
candlelight
casting those flickering shadows of
twisted, dancing demons on the walls I am hearing their exaggerated whispers hastening me to resent you for it.
They intoxicate my head about how you’re probably being
more selfish than me.
For god sakes you sent me a short story
laden and sodden and dripping
with all of these beautiful similes and thoughts and they were
horrible.
Not only were they not written for me, but for some
replacement muse
who has beautiful green eyes (are not mine, any longer?) and a beautiful smile (have I stopped grinning at you? I wonder now how it is I lost your love.)
that conquered your heart and blasted past my deafening, mundane
inadequacy.
You say you love me
You say you wish you’d say it more
You say you love me so much.
But the demons scoff at you—they’re telling me you’re lying.
O the lies! Liar! Clever devil, that one! Don’t believe those sweet things! they admonish with a brutality that entices me to scream out loud at you,
to shout and yell and kick and scream out loud because
how dare you do this to me?
Why love me at all
When your muse beckons with her beautiful, superior, faultlessness and tempts and tantalizes and
replaces me?
You say you love me so much.
And I, you, Darling.
But it’s too dark in my house and it’s too dark in my head and it’s too dark in my heart
And you have a new muse.