Not A Chance In Hell

I have a twenty-dollar bill
that says you’ll never be ready
so tell me precious,
why are you acting like you want this?

I am so sick of your games
so worn out from being dragged around
darling please,
make up your fucking mind.

well I have a time frame
and you don’t have a care
so ‘good night babe’?
not a chance in hell.

tuesday’s creed, wednesday’s pride

and i’ll be honest
it hurts to think about who i’ve become
i try to omit all the callous thoughts
that i have about myself
but i have to be truthful
because i am aware now of how powerless i am
when it comes to what i feel
i lost control
and i haven’t a clue of where it’s hiding
or why it’s taking cover from me.

the only thing i am sure of is that
this sickness really isn’t me and it must
be put to rest. it must come to an end
before it fully consumes me.

I want to live. I want to feel safe again.
I want to live. I want to feel safe again.
I want to live. I want to feel safe again.
I want to live.

let me go from your strangling grasp
it’s time i took my first real breath.
let me go from your hold,
it’s about time. i should be free to live.
so let me down easy
i’ll need the strength to run from who i’ve become.

B r o k e n

I cannot find meaning in broken dreams
when I am so tired of broken sleep.
All I remember is seeing her broken skin
and my broken heart sinking so deep.
Then I woke to the sound of a broken record
repeating the same broken verse.
I wish I could rid myself from this broken scene
but it leans on me like a broken curse

Deviled Dark Midnight

My arms are made of lead
and my legs of iron
so you see,
there’s no getting up from this bed

But what’s the use in trying
when there is no light to guide me
through this deviled dark midnight
where I’m left with only the sound of my own crying?

Are my dues not yet paid;
my debit still over my head
or must I sell my soul,
in order to be saved?

Let Time Do The Work

I’ll try not to assume,
and lose my worried head
but I know from your silence
and I know because of the cold wind
finally ripping through this raw wasteland
that we call home.

I’ll try not to exaggerate,
while I try to decipher your signs
but I am sure that your lack in kindness
reflects your frozen heart
as you finally realize
that I’m no good for you.

I’ll try my best not to cry
when you use the same old lines that you’ve used before
to tell me that the timing’s just not right
then you’ll say something about how sorry you are
when we both know damn well
that you’re lying to me again.

So I’ll try not to shut down
and I’m trying not to assume
but I swear I will never learn
and you will never stop
so my heart will keep breaking
while you keep me waiting.