It seems like magic, the way we used to have it

No responsibilities, unaware of all our capabilities

The world was so much more mysterious

The second hand ticks away and the minutes that follow make up 86400 seconds in the day

Hours pass, days go by
Memories last and until the day we die

We try our best to stay strong, do whatever we have to, to hold on

To the things we love

Lines in our faces get a little bit clearer
Every time we take a good look in the mirror

Is the person you see, who you want to be?
Or are you living for someone else, not just physically, but mentaly?

Dig deep inside, rip out what you don't like
Throw it on the ground, step on it, cut it up with a knife

This is what tears away at your heart, this is whats eats away at your conscious, this is what makes you do all the things you don't really have to ...

The way we used to have it, wasn't really magic

It was pure, now that we are polluted we will spend eternity searching for a cure

At least a mystery will still remain...
Is this all just a big game?**

-J.A.M

I'm beggin', begging... really really beggin' you... not to test me
My words are infectious and I have so many tricks up my sleeve

So many different techniques to make you fold
Tired of the possibilities you hang in front of me... ****'s gettin' old

And I'm sure, Oh I'm so sure you thought you had the lead,
but when you looked up all you saw was the back of me

Just watch how well I don't give a ****

What? You need an example, well here's a sample, nah better yet... a handful

I kissed you, you kissed me, I left you, you chased me
Trust, it's not how I wanted it to be
But I can't be locked in a box just cause you get lonely

People need air, people need their own time even when there's none to spare

An affectionate perfectionist, checking me in with a check list
It could only go on for so long before I would start to not give a ****

So now you wanna threaten me about tellin' people how you got the best of me
Keep it... You got the best of 5%, you never even saw the rest of me

The slander and random banter is really startin' to **** me off though

The last thing you want is to ***** with me, trust me your not ready
Embarrassment you'll bare if I open my mouth has no remedy


So... I'm beggin', begging... really really beggin' you... not to test me

-J.A.M

I've tried to put it down, but it seems this pen is glued to my hand,
No pulse, no heartbeat, similar to the Tin-Man, but I do my best to look alive when I can
At the end of each day I'm still tryin' to figure out who I am,
All this contemplation leads to a lot of frustration and I become a frustrated man

How much can one loss cost when there's no ocean to drown in or swim across? For now, I'll forget about it and just drown in my thoughts

Joseph, Joe, Jo-ey,
or how about just Mr. lone-ly
Call me what you want, but
you'll never really know-me

I'm on an over populated planet,
yet I still feel alone with no home and I can't stand it
Why am I always so cold, tough, bold , maybe you can help me understand my role

It's like amnesia in my brain, still tryin' to write and read my own name after losing my favorite game
So for now just call me anonymous, cause I kept fallin' after I thought I hit bottom so I guess I'm just bottomless,
None the less I must confess, I cheated death, while gambling with my life as I was penniless

Truth be told, I sold my soul and I'm growing old,
So I remain standing alone in the pouring rain, hoping one day it will wash away all my sin stains

Of course I strayed the course and I'm all sorts of original, this world is elliptical,
I'd rather be a corpse than be typical...

-J.A.M