Who have I become?Pushed to the edge of creation,I thought I found the end,Alive in my own elation,What message could I send?Lost in my mind's illusion,I thought I would be gone,Confused by my own delusion,Where did I go so wrong?Urged to sudden action,I thought I set my sail,Into this darkened fraction,How could I help but fail?Awakened from my dreaming,I thought I was no one,I was something greater, seeming,Who have I become?
AlwaysI think that life is but a phase,A journey throughout time,The ones I know through all my days,Their memory always mine.
Lost in nothingSleeping, dreaming, waiting, wishing,life is lost in loving. Giving, taking, thinking, doing,love is lost in nothing.
I Was RecklessShe thought I was thoughtless,but she could never know,In truth I was reckless,from my destruction I will grow.She thought I was thoughtless only when I found the center in my world that demanded my focus. It hurt to know that no matter how much I loved her, she only loved the part of me that was weak. When I found strength in my conviction, she turned from me, never to return.But she could never know, that my mind was always on her, even when times were hardest on our love for each other. It hurt to know that when I became my strongest, she was her weakest and could not have me. Then she found another, who in weakness provided her an outlet she had lost in me.In truth I was reckless, that night I spent popping pills on the couch. I did not care to end myself, only to sleep thoughtless of her. Too bad the mind is stronger than doctors sometimes, and my mind would not stop. Then the authorities came, and
Cat and MouseYou must think you're something,Preened and proper in your dress,I'll tell you that you know nothing,My thought's you'll never guess.In my mind's eye we were dancing,Our bodies pressed in the rain,The raindrops on our skin, prancing,As we circled in our game.Cat and mouse, you had me,You lured me with your tease,What were you really thinking,As you took me to my knees?
The part truly meThey pushed and they pulled,Yet got nowhere with me,They picked and they proded,And found nothing of me.If they'd only ask,I'm sure they would see,The piece that is left,Is the part truly me.