When you crept in I began to wither and succumb
to everything you stood for while my soul turned numb
Now when I think back I wonder who was the culprit
I skepticize and am rendered blind, so I pretend not to care
But you took so much from me that I have to know why
you came in and fed me such diminishing lies.
I wait with my scars that now define me
for an answer to make me happy.
Now in this time of lull
my productivity takes a toll
perhaps you're not gone after all,
but no, I'm still here standing tall.
So what then will define me now?
I will wait until I find out, I vow.

Can I just slide off the map and learn to re-adapt?
I want to start all over in a place where my mistakes are lost.
But I know I'll never be that clean again,
and I'll be under scrutiny from now until the world ends.
It's not that I don't like where I've been,
I just regret the way I handled some challenges I met.
So shame is my only companion now, as I look back on some other times. And I'd rather not dwell on it and let the past be in the past,
but it comes in waves every once in a while, the shame
I left in that place. So I really would rather not return,
but abandon it once and for all.
I'll start all over, older and wiser, and this time
I'll make a better call.

In language as in life,
the secret's in the strife.
The key, you see, is to question everything
and you'll make a conclusion quite astonishing.

For sometimes facts are just opinions
or there's been an alter in your perception
just from surfing channels
and hearing from deceptive panels.

It may not be easy to question authority,
but you must get past that boundary;
once you do,
you'll find yourself Anew.

Scoundrels they sure are,
scoundrels they may be,
but they are people too,
only different from you and me.
Maybe their violence
is caused by their predisposition,
genetics, friends, and lack of conviction.
Sure, they are responsible,
but we must take into account
how circumstances can *******,
and crime is a ripple
that is innate in our being.
Only self control is taught
to most citizens, who ought
to make an effort not to critique
but rather to set an example.
If we enter into their lives,
maybe they will learn to sympathize,
and realize they can take a different path
instead of searching to unleash their wrath.

Take everything in your stride,
let nature be your guide,
don't fear anything unknown,
creation is something made to be shown,
And if we do not take advantage,
it is only to our damage,
For the great outdoors presents adventure,
unlike most things that are under censor,
The sky is the limit to what you will see,
For nature was made for you and me,
To be an example of purity.

Distance is not a friend
when love is an ultimatum.
However distance does contend
especially when imagination sets in.
A moment was the beginning and end
of all there was and could have been.
Because since then a fantasy world
of mutual longing has butted in
and keeps me from being myself around you.
So this distance is completely untrue
but still defeats a potential love from within.

You never give a warning sign
but simply put me in your design
so you can plot my self demise
and twist me into a smaller size.

I know you relish my torture and pain
but I'm here to say that from you I gain
For if I'd never passed by your hideous face
I'd never be able to win this race.

As I frantically try to escape you
I'm prone to not know what to do
So I sit and let you take over,
Wait until I can be my owner.

I let you sneak in and control my mind
and understand there's nothing you can find
that will make me less of who I am
and that's when I'm able to be me again.