Riding the roller coaster of life,
thinking how high will this ride take me before I drop and fall straight onto my face?
Lies take way more effort than the truth,
why lie to myself?
The truth is less harder to prove.
Every day I feel like it gets harder and harder to move
only because it seems the truth is way harder to choose
out of the two.
I always said I'd keep it real with myself
but out of the blue
I'm finding ways to make a deal with myself,
because I can't deal with myself.
Feeling like it was a waste, like stealing a belt.
The sky is the limit? I'm still waiting for the ceiling to melt.
Lonely, that's how I feel, like I'm by myself,
only one at the wheel I have to drive myself!
I'm not a snitch but I can tell, I'm the only one of my kind.
When I'm done with my life, they'll say I won.
What a lie!
If they ever found out, whats on my mind they would die in pain!
So when I lie to you, know that your life was saved.

As time flies
I can see in my mind's eye
that my fate cant be changed.
Oh how I wish I could rewind time
but I don't have regrets.
I don't believe the hype,
I believe whats right.
If you want to know the meaning of right
I guess you have to find the meaning of left,
that being said,
if you want to know the meaning to life
I guess you have to find the meaning to death.

I was raised by a girl so my views are subjected
but the world made me rude and objective
as a kid I never knew this was hectic
nobody taught me how to be an adult
I got ******* in the lesson
always hesitation
if i wanted to make move, i second guessed it
why? I don't really know
I'm just a kid
making myself look like a fool as I grow

who would've known
that my fate would be decided by God?
Or am I strong enough
to defy the odds?


It seems like there's so much pressure,
everyone says I have none.
Them saying I have no pressure
is the actual reason that I have some.
And its like i don't have a **** tongue
i cant talk for myself
because my mom is proud of her last son
I know i get it but
don't ever shove words in my mouth
before i can spit it up.
Give it up
you know you'll never break me
they already broke the mold when they made me.
Unique aura ever since i was a baby,
still a unique sense of humor
but you cant shape me.
No, you cant shake me,
its not that black and white.
I haven't even lived half my life
the devil came to me
and said i have one chance
so i took a roll
then smashed the dice.

who would've known
that my fate would be decided by God?
Or am I strong enough
to defy the odds?

I'm in love with the way you walk
the way the sun hits your eyes and you glow
the way you smile and blush when we talk
and even question in your voice when you don't know
but I'm not in love with you

I love the way you flip your hair
the way we smile when we see each other here or there
Your beauty can make anyone stare
and the way that your skin is so fair
but I'm not in love with you

I'm in love with the time we spend together
sometimes I wish it could last forever
but all good things must come to an end
so lets use up all our time wisely, until then
but I'm still not in love with you

You make me cry, you make me laugh
Through time we've traveled, future and past
All the things I've ever been through
I always seem to think of just us two
And that's why I'm in love with you

I remember looking at you, looking at me
but I always seem to look at you a certain way.
What is it? I don't know, only to my dismay.
Maybe it is the way you glow, prettier day by day.

And I remember walking by
never wanting to say a word,
but as soon as you said hi
I couldn't pass the chance to flirt.

I remember you being mad at me being mad,
although your silence I didn't see as bad,
its not like you notice anyway
how much I remember day to day.

I remember everything you ever wanted
but only hoping it was me,
but with my eyes I could see
that my brain was deceiving.

So now I remember, the truth in your lies
and how you want to be with every other guy.
I'm tired of seeing you tired of seeing me tired,
wishing I could hold the warmth of your fire

Even if you're not with me when I'm old and gray
thinking about that day in December
I can look back on the golden days
and say that

I remember

If I had one wish..
I would throw my heart into the ocean in hopes that I never get it back

If I had a second wish..
I would ask for a better heart in hopes of having a better start

This pretty brown eyed girl was looking all alone
didn't have a friend, but didn't feel alone.
I thought I'd take her in, under my wings
let her know I really care and show her a few things.
The plan all went twisted and backfired,
the way that she looked and talked to me
began to be something that I admired.
Then she let me down
because she wouldn't come around
she stole my heart
and now its nowhere to be found.
That's why I don't want it,
if she has my heart she can have it.
I can't grow another one,
would it matter anyway? The damage has been done.
I figured out how she did it
she's steals your heart and
lets someone else fall in love with it.

Its the game she uses, when she wants to flirt
uses everyone else just so she's not hurt
but what does that make her worth?
about as much as the guys she says she doesn't like, jerks.