What Were You Expecting?

Please don't follow me, oh!
You're just too 'perfect' for me to know.
And I don't want to take your 'innocence.'

If you choose to act this way,
You've gone and thrown it all away.
And what were you expecting?
Another lullaby? Are you kidding?

Your tears won't change a thing.
There is nothing that will take away THIS sting.
So, you'll wonder where to go from here.
Blinded, caught, and stuck in fear.

I've been here many times before.
Fighting, 'til you hit the floor.
Caught swinging from your blind side, you only have yourself to blame.

This nightmare comes only at your call.
You've set yourself to runnin' toward a wall.
Aching for things you never understood,
Now you're not but a child lost in the wood.
and I told you, you should have walked away!

Placed in this corner, miles in the wrong direction.
Faced with uncertainty, you should have sought correction.
I know what you're thinking, but you're wrong,
I don't count myself among that throng.

Life is better when you live for 'sorry' not 'safe'
I never was the guy to play tough,
but I was the one to say, "Enough is not enough!"

It was never my intention to let you down,
All I ever wanted was the chance to stick around.
I'd tell you, but you're not one to believe it.

Stuck when you can't 'achieve' it.

So I don't want your pity, it'll just go to waste.
I don't want your piety, cause I don't like the taste.
'Cause there's a fine line between love and hate,
It is time to shake the silence before its to late.

With a flick of your tongue, you twist the world around you.

All of it continues to haunt you,
It's the spider and you're the fly,
That you'll have to give 'the others' in this world a try.

I have no simple answer that will 'at ease' your mind,
There is nothing in this world that will answer what you seek to find!
What do you want from me? Another lullaby? Are you kidding?

Everything about you makes me wanna scream.
But there is no awaking from this waking dream

Strange Faces

It seemed like yesterday we spoke on the phone.
Now, I stare at these pictures on the wall.
Filled with life, beauty, gall.

Familiar as they are, they are strange faces.
Distant memories from what was but a year ago.
And it seems to me our youth is running low.

A hole has formed within this canvas I tried to paint.
What has changed in these strange faces?
It's as if I'm just chasing time, changing paces.

I can't go back, and frankly I don't want to.
Still, I need to keep these memories of mine,
To show me how to leave the past behind.

Sometimes I feel like a vagrant,
That, in my hometown, I'll become the topic of awkward conversation.
All this work and I have yet to see compensation.

So now, I bear eyes upon them with out recoil.
Staring into past souls of those I have called, "Friend."
Days I pray that won't be forgotten, turned to just a trend.