Heavy weights upon my chest,
my breath is scarse, and choking only provokes weakness.

Where's the lullabies that children abides to before bed?
Where's the singing birds on tree branches?
Where's everything I have loved and have known?
It's off on a paradise call Eden.

So if I do so feel compelled to call out to you,
would you welcome me with open arms and a new life?






Skip-rope lies and hop-scotch alibies are your claim to fame.
Tetherball dances, and face painting massacres recreate childhood memories.
Scraped knees and cooties, facing life one age at a time.
Barbie doll wannabes and unkept promises is not a way to win my heart.
I am not one for false hopes and the hand tossed up in my face.


the skies held gray
like the tree timbering every chance they can get.
Becasue global warming is like cancer for the earth.
Fuck you semi-trailer-trucks and powerplants.


but who the fuck am I, when I don't give a fuck.






All I ever watned was to do well at what ever I wanted to do.
But "inadequate" is tattooed to my eyelids
and everytime I get up the nerves
after pondering and self debated for ten days
I psych myself out.

I pysch myself out.



Anger is in my blood, it's my genetic make-up.
my blue prints to the human being that I am today.
I light up like the strike anywhere matches.
I'm agressive in ways nobody wants to be around to see.

I have a fucking attitude problem, and I'm okay with that.