What's your lover done to you
Now that your worlds' are changing
She's beating up your head
Baby, where have you gone?
This just isn't you, I need you to know.

And I wonder if that's a good enough excuse
To trample on something we've nourished for so long
To destroy my stems on and on
Or if there's any excuse at all.
Oh, here we go again, here we go...

No one matches up to your dynamite
No matter what you believe
You're the only true friend
I've not got by my side these days
You know what I'm like:
Cynical, sarcastic, sometimes a little contrite
But I need you to know, this isn't my half anymore.
Just show me a little respect before you bring the tyrant around to my door...
Again...

I wonder if there's an excuse
For you to tear my limbs apart
If there's one for bringing me down
Lying on the ground,
Water dripping from my sides
While the world continues to turn.
I don't want to be the one, don't want to feel this hurt -
No excuses, no where to hide.
I need her back by my side, before the night implodes and leaves me alone.
Leaves me dry, again.

I have given all i can give, people live like vultures taking all they can see, taking all parts of me, now i dont even have my voice to scream, or my legs to run, and still you want to take even what is nowhere in me, and even after all this **** happening around me, i weave for you a nice coat with my life

She does not need a controversy in order to be relevant. Relevance stands on its own; it is a level onto itself.

The words of a relevant woman are never unkind nor twisted. They speak life. Most of all, they speak truth--the whole truth and nothing but. The marks of a relevant woman are faith and obedience--to be the person God called her to be, and to fulfill whatever her life's purpose may be.

For relevance does not beg for attention. It is not clothed in selfishness or vanity. Rather, it is clothed in God and His glory is where she draws her confidence.

That is why her relevance goes beyond her--it's out of this world. And also why the world will look and take notice of her.

one day I'll be the right person at the right time.

"we're all just people with the same problems and different last names."

If you were my true love
Shouldn’t you care how I am doing
Call and see if I’m ok

You let weeks go by
Do you not think of me
Do you not care about me
Because you are in your own
Lonely
Self-centered world

It should not be a chore
To call me
To see me
To feel me
To want to be with me

I’m not going to cry
Nor ask why
I’m almost too tired to say goodbye
And would you hear me anyway

You are already a memory
Sweet and sour
I’m done thinking of you
I will not waste another hour