i'm tired of defending myself.
the things I do or don't do.
sick of explaining the way I'm feeling
and the reason behind my means to cope.
the less fight I put up,
the more attacked I feel.

I don't want to talk
because you don't like the things I have to say.
They're too negative
or I don't say them with enough zest.

I vent to you and I can see the hurt it causes.
I hold it in and I seem short.
What is the use.
I try, only to have the worst assumed of my good intentions:
"Don't make a thing out of this (you argumentative *****)."
So maybe I should quit trying so **** hard
(if i'm just going to end up wrong either way).


******* out of here.
I'm sick of being sorry.
(I'm allowed to have off days too.)

To those who feel the darkness,
To those who starve with pain,
To those who are rejected,
To those who live in rain.

I will be your friend,
Though none others seem to be,
Though people start to hate you,
And no one seems to see.

We all have problems, we all have sin,
We all live masks and lies,
We all forget our decency,
And say things that bring demise.

So when no one else accepts you,
Still  I will be your friend.
When all is falling down around you,
To the very end.

Our Father loves us, wants to help,
And will take away despair,
He’ll fix our hearts and broken souls,
And wipe our conscience bare.

To see you for the first time again
To feel you for the first time again
To kiss you for the first time again
To fall in love with you all over again, I wish
I wish I could time-travel
To live those golden moments again
Moments that meant more than the world to me