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The me that you see

I’ve spent these last ten year,
Being someone else.
It’s time the world stepped back,
And let me be myself.

Just wan my chance to play
The cards that I was dealt.
Finally (Fi-na-ly) time to be,
The person deep inside of me.

(chorus)
I’m lettin’ it out!
I’m not holdin back!
I’m not gonna hide, behind any mask!
I’m lettin’ it ou-------------------t!, (beat)
I’m not holdin’ it ba--------------k!

Ode to Hong Jong

I’m taking your breakin’
As something prophetic.
I look at my life
And I think it’s pathetic.
Fool me once shame on me,
Fool me twice shame on you
Breakin it once no big deal
Break it twice, what’s left for me to do?

So I pack you up for the very last time
Don’t worry baby,
I still don’t think you’re a crime.
So many friends you’ve
Helped me to make
Letting it go too far
Was my only mistake.

I smoke the best shit that money can buy.
Still getting paranoid every time I get high.
So I quit smokin’ herb.
Quit drinkin’ and poppin’ pills
Getting my life in line,
Make up for lost time,
Payin my own bills.

Want out of debt so bad
I can almost taste it.
Took an honest look at my life
And I had to face it.
I’ve been duckin’ responsibility
So long it’s become unbearable
Leaving Isla Vista and
I don’t know where I’ll go.

Rain on my pillow

Song about Rain
They say we need the rain,
Say we’ve been in a drought.
It’ll make the crops grow,
Make the all the plants green.
Bring pretty flowers next month in the spring.

It’s been a long time since
The rains came my way.
Apparently I’ve been living
Too long in a sunny day.
For too long now,
I’ve been able to keep the clouds
Out of my sky’s.

But now the rain has ahold of my eyes
I wipe my cheeks,
Cover my brow with my hand
But the drops still seem to
Find a place to land
Where I don’t want you to see
This is the real me.
The one I hate to let out.
The kind in the corner eating lunch by his self
The one that won’t speak up
Cuz’ he knows they’ll all laugh.

There’s a leak in the roof
And there’s rain on my pillow.
I can’t sleep here for fear that I’ll drown.
Lay don on the couch
Start dreaming of you
Your too good for me and the leak
Found me here too.
Now this pillows soaked
And I’m still awake.
I take a walk outside
It’s still cold and gray.
It’s typical when I’m like this,
Why won’t the clouds just go away.
I’m ready to laugh.
I’m ready to play in the sun.
But the clouds wont’ leave till the last drop is done.

Don’t care what they say,
We don’t need this much rain!
The crops will grow fine,
The plants won’t complain.
I want you to come back,
And clear up my sky’s.
I just can’t sit back knowing
What I know.
Knowing the otherside.
Knowing I’m the reason.
I’m locked up inside.
Knowing it need to rain
So we’ll all appreciate the sun.

Anti-Protest Song

another work in progress

Anti-Protest Song

You fuckin’ Hippies’ll be the death of us All!
You hate oil, but you drive to the mall.
Open your mouth and it’s another complaint
You sort your bottles and now you think you’re a saint.
All your half truths, your recycled lies need to end,
Who died this time and made progress a sin.
Eat your granola, and sleep safe tonight
Cus the one’s you despise are willing to fight.

IV Daze

Sunglasses to shade the light.
Spark Spark it up
Then I hit the stroll
Stoned as I pass the fuckin Foot Patrol.
Get my blunts from the Deli Mart,
Ask Mike “What time’s the party start?”
Then off to class, where I take a nap.
Come home, pack my self, a big fuckin’ snap.
Yeah come home an dome a big fuckin snap.

30 stones and the night begins,
Playin beer bong and everyone wins.
2 cups in a row,
Then you bring the balls back.
We get that diamond on our next re-rack.
Keep the table for the next thee games
So fuckin’ drunk we can’t remember our names.
But I’ll still make my shot no matter how faded
When you live in Never Never land it’s easy to get jaded

So then it’s time to sack up and roll to the party.
Stop to grab Sara, Deena, and some shots of Bacardi.
Twist a blunt up to smoke on the way
Just your typical Isla Vista Tuesday.
Yeah just your typical SB Tuesday.

Fallin off the wagon

New Song, still in progress

Chorus:

I’m fallin off the wagon, yeah I’m fallin off the wagon,
I’m fallin’ off the wagon to-niiiiiight!
I’m Jumpin; off the wagon, yeah I’m leapin’ off the wagon,
Cartwheelin’ off the wagon tonight!!!!!