~Pleasent/Bitter~

Naomi?
no more...
Mara is my name.
Pleasent?
No more...
Bitterness has made me lame.

Requital of my emotions,
Set to bear down the love.
Wrath through a blessing,
Rain from above.

I'm like Solomon in his retribution...
Dreams are my disillusion.

Vapors are my reality.
My reality is but a mist.

(Ruth 1:20)

~I Don't Want You Back~

See I don't
Know why
I liked you so much
I gave you all of my trust.
I told you
I loved you
Now thats all down the drain
You put me through pain
I wanna let you know
How I feel

Screw what I said
It don't mean jack now
Screw the presents
Might as well throw them out
Forget all those kisses
They didn't mean jack
Forget you you skirt
I don't want you back

You thought
You could
Keep this crap from me
You burnt martyer
I heard the story.
You playd me
You even gave him your love
Now you're askin for me back
You're just another hag
Look else where
Because you're done with me.

Screw what I said
It don't mean jack now
Screw the presents
Might as well throw them out
Forget all those kisses
They didn't mean jack
Forget you you skirt
I don't want you back

You questioned
Did I care
You could ask anyone
I even said you were my great one.
Now it's over
But I do admit I'm sad
It hurts real bad
I can't sweat that
'Cause I loved a hoe

Screw what I said
It don't mean jack now
Screw the presents
Might as well throw them out
Forget all those kisses
They didn't mean jack
Forget you you skirt
I don't want you back

(I like the words and tune of this song, but I had to clean it up alot! It's very explicit)

~Closure~

I want to make this just like the first time.
When my love didn't cost a dime.
Before you had to prove you care,
Before all this pain I'd bear,
Before my heart did tear.

I gave you my love without question of why.
But you threw it away and made my eyes cry.
All I wanted to know was why.

I swore I'd have no regrets.
Now It's taking eternity to pay these debts.

Make ends to my life with a sigh.
For you I'd die.
But you've made love a lie.
By and by...
You've made love a lie.

I want to make this just like the first time,
When everything I was,
And should be,
Was without you...
Goodbye.

(I'm sorry Nicholas, It's my favorite of yours. if you don't like it, please just delete it)

~Crushed Linen~

He said "I'm going out to get milk".
But he never came back.
Funny how he was wearing silk.
Now a father is what they lack.

How I wish life was more then plush live'n,
100's, rolex's, and crushed linen.

Has to feed his lust for women.
Now he's grab'n 9's to be buck 10'n.
And his kids will follow suit.
It's easy when It's all you know.
It's in the very root...
Of every seed you could sow.

He said "I'm going out to get milk".
It's funny how he was dressed in silk.
He was dressed in silk.

~Mud Castle~
I close my eyes.
To hide the gray sky.
It's so peacfull inside.
In these Sand walls I abide.
Living in the dune.
Praying you'll come soon.

Between the times I vacation,
On concrete and stable foundation.
Useless sinking in this pit.
Between my teeth is grit.
Between my teeth is grit.

Rain upon me.
Mud Castles from the Sands.
Glorified dirt.
Imprints of long gone hands.
They built me up,
And let me down.
Took away my sunshine,
And made this frown.

Dressed in a gown,
With eye brows raised.
All in my dream...
or maybe my untruthfull daze?
My daydream daze.
My dazedream day...
I suppose I might just wait until I can see it in my gaze.

~Black Bottle~

Inside this jar are things of every shape and fashion.
From love, to beauty, to anger, to passion.
The color and shape has changed over the years.
Making this jar into a black bottle of tears.
Just like your black book.
Take a look,
To find your many switches.
Left like a homeless man in these many ditches.

Inside this jar are things of every shape and fashion.
From Joy, to sorrow, to hate to passion.
The color and shape has changed over the years,
Making this jar into a black bottle of tears.
Used what was took.
Take a look.
Find the many things there.
Removed and some how used,
you start to tear.

Inside this jar are things of every shape and fashion.
From hopeful, to joyful, to pain, to passion.
The color has changed over the years,
Making this jar into a black bottle of tears.
Read me like a book.
Take a look.
Everything you loved inside.
Has been used, and died.

Like I've said... It's dead.
It's dead.
And I can tell you hate it...
I can hear it in your head.

(What "gold" Nick? The strongest thing I have is this anger)