He's mean, he's a crook, he's down right rotten
The things he has done I have never forgotten

He's evil, hateful, and just plain mean
He as to be right about everything

May he choke on his spit
And be struck where he now sits

He should just vanish or go far away
I wish I could shoo him away all day

Everyday I give him the look of death
I wish he would take his last breath

He is a target and I'll throw a dart
All because he decided to steal my heart

Every day that you lie in bed
The pain and agony, that you suffer
Every second you feel your head
You wish that you were tougher.

The ache, that feeling deep inside you
It never seems to ease
The hurting, this thing it makes you
Constantly on your knees.

Anytime you blink your eye
Or try to turn or talk
Your pain will surely make you cry
So much you cannot walk.

These things they pain us every day
I don't know why we need to suffer
The only thing they have to say
What doesn't **** you makes you tougher.

The problems of the pain will bring tomorrow
The worry, the pain, the fear
It's all part of this world of sorrow
With its never ending tears.

But friends and family always near
You have them at your side
A mom, a dad, a friend to wipe a tear
To see the person inside
To help you when you fall
To know the person that you hide
The one that never cries at all.

You took my heart,
And stomped out its flame.
You sought to destroy,
Something you thought you could tame.

You think you're so tough,
You can't boss me around.
That voice torments me so,
Such a thundering sound.

I had once loved you,
My thoughts of you I cannot shake.
I felt in the pit of my soul what we had was true,
But now you just make my ticker ache.

You never told me how you felt
Or how much you had cared
You had complete control of the place where my heart once dwelt
Which no other person has ever shared

have you always cared for me?

of course I have, why wouldn't that be?

my heart's still yours and yours is mine.

just take my hand and it will all be fine...

The Rock was here, the rock was there

Rolling whichever way it dared

The Rock was big, the rock was strong

The little Rock never did him wrong

The boy was good, the boy was young

But one bad thing the boy had done

He kicked that Rock so hard and tough

That once round Rock, no so sharp and rough

Both Rock and boy were once so good

That boy didn't do what he thought he should

One big splash after he had swung

This one bad thing the boy had done

He was my cloud to the cruel sun.
A small, but cooling shade for me.
A protection and comfort to one,
To feel him here was a necessity.
His face lit up every broken piece of my heart,
The love he gave that would always warm.
This dreadful thing ripping us apart,
The horror that took me from his arms.
And the thoughts of him I cannot budge,
If I had one more chance to know,
The perfect face that none could judge.
The thought of seeing him here again gives hope.
And all our memories are now clear to me
It just seems we weren't meant to be.