She's such a sweet chameleon
of shifting shades and dreams,
her kaleidoscope of colours
is never what it seems.

If you force her into focus
she'll only twist and fade,
until you're alone, longing for
the vivid love she made.

I have heard future generations talking about changing the world for better
I’d like to write them a love letter for being this way
But if you’re a slave to the wage packet you will soon part of machines racket
Another slave to the way the world is was and will be
Nothing changes without pain.
I am telling you in changing the world you will suffer
The world will sell you happiness as an ideal
Married with a partner a job and two kids
The world will get in the way
Life is slavery we were made to serve
Soon all manner of distractions will form a net
and although you may have the weight of numbers
The content person slumbers
The only way to change the world is go against the grain
and endure pain after pain
Speak out, be the change you want to see
People will still diss you
You might have the words to cause an earthquake
But people still won’t follow you unless they see results
And saving the world is as hard as going through the eye of the needle.

you were so different
when I loved you
or at least I thought you were
were you?
gosh, this mind
what a funny thing

Treat the flower in a dead field not as a statement but a marker
It stands in the corpses of fallen comrades as they slowly waste to earth
A gravestone at most, a parasite to all that its roots once knew
It will probably thrive more from their bodies then it did in their company
Dull linen hung over a coffin, a decorative use for a tragedy
Like broken signs, they always point in two different directions
Follow your mind and go off track, follow your heart and risk it breaking
Understanding is key, that is all you can strive for
To know those around you, to connect and touch hearts
Realize how much energy they take and wait
Watch them waste into a morning sun that does not rise
Then soak in what you've experience, be mournful yet strong
A gravestone if you will, turn into a name and a date
Become nothing but a stencil for children
Burnt paper and the past

I'm writing this on the first of June
Hoping that maybe, just maybe
This isn't what I see

I see your eyes and how they shine
While looking straight at me
My eyes they shine, no more

I see your lips speak candied things
In hopes of honey-suckled rings
My lips taste sweet, no more

I see your hands lacing through mine
And tingles running down your spine
My hands fit in, no more

I see your smiles like city lights
Igniting dark and quiet nights
My smiles ignite, no more

I see your heart it beats for me
It's beating wildly, I could see
But mine it beats, no more

I'm writing this on the first of June
Hoping that maybe, just maybe
This isn't what I see—
But sorry baby
I could see—
We're going out of tune.

Trying to change to make other people happy
Is like when you urinate and it goes into three different directions
It's not fun and nobody wants it

I'm sorry I don't laugh like you think I should laugh
I'm sorry that I'm not as smart as you in math
I'm sorry that I'm not going down the right path

In your eyes all you see
Is a complete failure that is me
If only
You could **** me out like all the other
flaws you've taken out

I won't doubt
That you know a lot
So take your shot
I used to fight but I promise this time I won't  

So pick out all the mistakes you see
Then I'll only be perfect in your eyes
I swear this time I will not cry
So keep on going
Keep on throwing insult after insult
So after this assault
I'll be perfect like you want me to be
But don't be surprised when you realize I'm no longer me