They tell us to be individuals,
But give us a uniform,
To protect us from each other,
Because were humans and we judge.

The clothes we wear define us,
The way we speak undermines us,
The way we act proves whether were good or bad
But the things we feel stay inside us.

Maybe we should destroy mirrors,
To then destroy our own problems.
The things we hate about ourselves
Become reflected on others
In fits of jealousy.

I guess to be individuals,
We must expect to be judged,
We have to sink into the crowd,
To eliminate that judgement.
But it won't change a thing
Because there will always be something
That people don't like about us.

There's your individuality.

Since we've begun speaking
I've developed some unnatural tendencies
Like reaching my arm to the south when I'm going to sleep
Just to know that you're three feet closer to me

You ignite something deep inside
I hear you sing through the telephone and I close my eyes
I don't know what it will be like
The anticipation is killing me

---

Your touch came with the first warmth of spring
A short time to confirm so many possibilities
And I sleep with your scent wrapped around me now

What is it with society
it can't leave girls alone
to be the way they want to be
they have to **** and moan...

"Now this one she's too skinny
with a blatant lack of ***
legs stolen from flamingos
and arms like two matchsticks.."

"Now this one's far too chubby
observe her thunder thighs
see her wobble as she's walking
it's clear who ate all the pies.."

"Now see the tattooed freakshow
flesh tunnels, garb of black
in burly boots and trenchcoat
she must be taking crack.."

"and what of lil Miss sunkissed
with her streaky perma-tan
who dresses like a two bit *****
but never keeps her man.."

A war on flaws is raging
as media fuels the flame
mixed with the tongues of gossips
it gets stronger everyday
we're taught to judge a person
by looks and shape alone
regardless of their inner selves
their talents, dreams and goals
It really is a worry,
to watch our young girls grow
bowed under weight and pressure
with self esteem so low.

So tell them that they're beautiful
it's not too much to ask
and please be sure to tell them
that the media's an ***!

Do you know what "lovelust" is?
It's a craving for late night movies and early morning smiles.
It's a want for stolen kisses and borrowed fingers.
It's a hunger for shared secrets and inside jokes.    
It's a desire to know every inch inside and out of someone's being.
It's a yearning to touch and be touched by someone whose love for you burns as bright in their eyes as in yours.
It's the sick-to-the-stomach feeling you get when you picture yourself happy with someone else.
Lovelust is when you look into your friend's eyes and wish you could see more than just your own reflection inside.

From the tips
   of her fingers
    
To the heel
        of her soul,

One greedy woman.

  She asks:
      
"Teach me how to
       dance on graves,

        Show me my insides out,
           Preach to me of the ungodly.."

" I will not"  I said.
      "Look to another, I am
           unavailable.
              
           You would have me
                 be Sisyphus while you
                    take the Queen's throne."

Inviting all to ponder
    as you wear only a thong,
         your ******* slightly hidden in the shadow....

Your hiss is threadbare,
      just audible to those
                 in spitting range.

All is not
    welcoming
      with me,
        I was once blind
           to  your  level  of   fuckery.

No more says the man
that guides the boy within.

I have grown
   on the shoulders
       of what I once was.

To me
   your voice
      is the sound
              of two cats fighting.

What right do I have
     to dance on the dead,
             let alone show you.

The Little Bird came a hopping up
And flew into his arms.
She cooed and chirped and occasionally burped
As she snuggled from all harms.

Her eyes so blue and so inquisitive
She searched his face for a smile.
Then saw what she  was waiting for...
Spread across a country mile.

Her feathers so fine and very blond
Flew around when she did move.
As the music began to play and sway
Her body began to groove.

Her love of music, things so fine
Came naturally to her.
When Papa  played his old guitar
It caused her feet to stir.

She laid her head upon his chest
And let out a great big sigh.
All was well in little bird land
That, you could not deny.

Her eyes fluttered closed, her feathers a muss
The face of an angel shone.
Asleep in the arms of her grandpa
Little Bird and him, alone.

Good night Little Lucy Bird.  Sleep tight Princess.

Where are my t-shirts?
Lucy wearing them to bed
Life has changed again.

Drug glazed eyes

You don't see me

Wish You Did!

When you wake
I hold your hand
tell you everythings okay

IT'S NOT I'M LYING!

You lokuo at me
with drug glazed eyes
and ask "what's wrong"
I say "nothing"

I'M LYING

You sit up for
just a moment
Tell me your'e
Writing a letter to GOD
I tell you the Angels comming!

YOU SAY NO YOUR'E LYING!

ALL IS QUIET
YOU ARE SLEEPING
IV'E DONE ALL I CAN
YOUR'E IN THE LORDS' KEEPING

I KNOW YOUR'E FREE FROM PAIN
YOUR MOMENTS ALMOST HERE
I KNOW TONIGHT YOUR'E SAFE
THE LORD IS WAITING NEAR!

IF YOUR'E BEING HONEST
AND HE'S KEEPING SECRETS

IF YOUR'E MAKING LOVE
AND HE'S HAVING ***

IF YOU STAY HOME
AND HE'S ALWAYS GONE

IF YOUR'E ASLEEP ALONE
AND HE'S ON THE PHONE AT 3AM

I HATE TO TELL YOU
BUT THE LOVE IS GONE