If I had a dollar for every time I saw Mama cry
I wouldn't be asking you for money all the time
And you lived your whole life with a bunch of lies
And I stay up late at night
Praying that you'd come home to apologize
But then I realize
Why should I even care?
It's hard to imagine that you were ever there
Cuz you've been gone for so long
And what you did to us was so wrong
Long nights waiting by the phone
In hopes that you would come back home
And the next day the doorbell finally rang
I open it only to find you wearing a wedding ring
Yeah...
Thanks for the invite
A wedding photo without your own family
What a sight
And what a fight
Well, what did you expect?
That we'd take you in our arms
Like your decisions were correct?
Kinda hard to keep positive
With your constant disrespect
Drilling holes behind our back
I guess now the ship is wrecked
And how will we keep sailing
When the captain ain't even on deck?
And yeah...
Sure you got everything you need
But no matter how much you beg and plead
You can never be forgiven
For the pain Mama has been in
Why can't you stop for once and listen?
Listen to the sorrow she hides inside
Do you hear it?
Cuz I hear it every night
When you left, you took a piece of our hearts
And now it's tearing us all apart
I wish I could rewind right to the start
When there wasn't an emptiness in your room
When I'd look at the clock and know you're coming home soon
Do I hate you for all that you've done?
How could I...when you're my mothers son?
So I guess I have to love you
But right now,
I don't even know you.

You drop your promises like a porcelain cup;
Drink from it but you don't want to clean your mess up;
Well my heart was antique; an heirloom that's shattered;
Its pieces lie at your feet; not like that mattered.

Now that I'm broken, I'll always showcase the lines
That make up my scars; they'll decrease a hundred times
My value, to find a good home because I'm chipped;
And who on Earth would press those splinters to their lips?

Few possess the quiet faith to see past today’s tangled mess.
Most of us, victims of self-doubt, will accept what we call our fate.
Some though, know we must strive to silence the voice that says “You cannot.”.

I'm poor, but
losing everything let me find You,
making me the richest person alive.

Nowadays it’s so easy to communicate with people

Just one click and there you have it

No waiting is applicable

Easy to reach

One blink of an eye

Fast like a wind

Just like love

Touch the button

Press send

Cupid will deliver your answer

Break Up

Leave a message after the tone

Your heart is broken

you be the diamond, Ill be the coal
Ill be broken, and burned
Ill be the one moving trains, and illuminating your home
You be the one that makes mega bucks, ill make mega watts
People want you for christmas, you'll be ****** to find me in your stocking?
Worth thousands, I say worthless. Im the one who is valuable. People think they like diamonds more. Go a day without me, see how dark it gets.

What is net worth but simply an
amount and expression of control
and power.
An outside objective measurement
that tells you nothing about true
value.
As the value of a cake can be defined
by its real size and tangible taste.
Its worth can only be determined by
set of mystical numbers that have
no size or taste.
And the quality of a cake will be built
on the quality of the ingredients.
But its worth will only give  you
a percentage number for that cake.

Going head to head to increase
our net worth we loose all our
sense of true value.
As kind acts never increase net worth
we again become lost and loose
our sense of true value.  
But as we shift our sites to the
bull eye in the center of our hearts
our acts take on a brand new quality.

As  we work together blending
with each other we can create a
loving taste.
While a silent death with his scythe
sweeps the earth leveling all male ego.
Never strangled by individual
profit we work together for
our souls comfort.
As we know our value can never
be recognized by what we hold
in our pocket.
But by the taste, of that which
we add and share with  life.


So has the epidemic of low self esteem
got anything to do with our confusion
between net worth and value.
Because I have to ask what do they
have in common as they really do
keep on arguing.
So I have to call upon a great divorce,
a divorce that would make us all a lot
more happy.
As we all together discover the center
of our boundless hearts which really
know the difference between net worth
and true value.

With a whirlpool of intentions and a focus greatly skewed

My declaration of disdain with my voice has this imbued:

Having ****** into the chaos of a modern need for thriving

With a trust that all my actions give me credit for surviving

Don't ask me for my progress, as I doubt you want to hear it

You've picked out your priority, yet contention makes you fear it

Bursted bubbles of illusion gave you free fall to the curse

of scatter plots for your design as you could only make it worse

Pick apart and yes unravel every thought you've come across

Shifted eyes upon the prize has darted off and at a loss

Identity has forced my hand to cry out for the masses

But contrivances you understand are killing off our chances

Everyone is sure and no one seems to quite grasp the fact

That catharsis marks a farce as art and we're all caught up in the act

Set the stage, turn the page, start from the top, we know it's crucial

Knowing meaning is a feeling, but the feeling it seems is mutual

To the girl in the back of the class, headphones blasting waiting for your day to be to be over, and hoping tomorrow won't be the same. I just want you to know something, I understand.
I understand that when you tend to get quiet, it's because everything that you hold captive inside is slowly consuming you from within. I see the scars you wear from the restraint you had, keeping you from truly being happy. I notice the pain you wear on your sleeve, covering up won't make it unnoticeable to my eye baby girl I see it all and I'm here to help. The wonders you bring to the world, and you don't even know it. You are the action potential to my neuron, sending me messages through space and time that can only be picked up at certain levels. Levels that are off the chart, and beyond many limits. I just want you to see the spark that you have, because it's greater than any star in any galaxy in a land far far away. And if you need a shoulder to cry on, just know you can count on me any day. For I am a hand, and you are its Palm. Soft and sensitive, with a tough layer of protection from it getting hurt. In this I ask of you to pick your head up, and hold your chin high and learn grace. Stop existing in this space we call life and live. Live to the capacity of your worth, and teach your knowledge to those in search of enlightenment. Bind your foot to your mind, so you can know what it is like to step inside of a dream, but bring a mirror to make it a reality. Because seeing is believing, and it is all you need for things to be true. Take this journey to find the key to your heart, and unlock it to find your passions, and remember, in order to get to the ending there is always a new beginning waiting to happen.