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Wondering what the hell I'm saying?

A Song For A Hero

It’s not fair the things I do to no avail

Things will never change

I’m fighting all the same without fail

 

There’s no room here It’s a busy world

I just wanna exist

Could I ask for more Can’t ask for less

 

On my way down

To be my hero

Or my death

Alone

The way it’s always been

Isn’t that

In itself

My nemesis

A Song For This Girl

I like to wear black jackets and paint my nails maroon

I can be a real bad ass; I’ll take an attitude with you

I like my jeans with holes in them

I like the way they fit

I like to shake my ass in them

But I never let it get hit

 

I like to be a real bad girl; I like to play with boys

I treat ‘em like they’re less then me; I treat ‘em like they’re toys

Yeah I may be a puppy

At least I know I’m not a bitch

I’ll box the girl that says I am

I’ll bust her ass, she’ll need it stitched

 

Whoa and they say to me

Whoa this is how to be

But I’m not, no, I’m not coming down

 

Lots of girls – they wear make up - it’s not the same for me

I let my hair air dry but those boys are still chasing me

I wear the sexiest of shirts

With the lowest of low jeans

An oh they try to touch them

Never get a piece of them or me

 

 

A Song For A Lover

As I’m looking round the room I notice your face

Ever faded and so jaded; aerial lights take me away

I’m taken back a year to when I left you, summer’s warmth so near

 

I can taste it

How I want it

Bring it on to me

 

You set my soul on fire

I want to feel your burn

 

You always had a way to surprise me

Never gifts but just the lift and the tilt of my head

Never bothered you or me; we never talked about us

It was just the way things were, we always knew

 

It was me and you

Me and you

An inside joke

 

You set my soul on fire

I want to feel your burn

 

Burn, burn, burn

Burn my skin

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

Summer’s over now it’s getting colder

I’m getting cold

Oh, so cold

 

You set my soul on fire

I want to feel your burn…burn, burn.

A Song For A Shotgun Wound To The Chest

In front of you

Reach out your hand

Slips through

I got you

 

Got you right where I want you

Right where I want you I want you

 

Time is setting like the sun

I see you reaching for your gun

Bullets won’t save what you can’t shoot

You can’t shoot

 

I got you where I want you

I want you I want you

 

Fire

Your gun

Into

Me

Bullet

It goes

 

Straight through

Straight through

But I am me and I got you

I got you I got you

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