Leap of FaithI know what I wantI feel it is trueWhen I see her each dayI don't know what to doI feel weak in the kneesAnd I avoid with my eyesMy breath quickens paceAnd I bury my thoughts insideI'm having second thoughtsWhen I seek to be forwardI fear the reaction I've had beforeAnd I'm sure it has the chanceTo happen againShe may just want to be friendsI think I sense somethingA vibe of interest that is slightAnd when I feel itI aim to focus - but it goes out of sightPerhaps then I missed my chanceSometimes when that happens it pains meI won't let is bring me downBut I'm near well to the groundWith the weight o
Mother MurdererMother MurdererShe's a murdererMother MurdererMurderer of the vibeWe ain't no criminals - No!We're jus' kids stealing moonlightSo dude just chillDude just chill!We're just having funKeep your damn mouth shut,Cause there's been no harm doneI ain't gonna lieBut if your expecting me to do soWhat's the point of telling you the truth thoughWe work hard, we get it doneBut when the moon comes out we're ready for fun!We walked and drove and made our wayFound we hadn't slept until it was yesterdayOn our trip we were in her roomMother Murderer walked in and yelled at whom?Oh - she's a murdererMother murdererM
Miss Indica Kelly AMiss Indica Kelly A.Miss Indica Kelly A.Keeps on telling meThe grass is greener on the other sideCheeper, more potent, will open your eyesMiss Indica Kelly A.Fails to ever seeHow telling me of a way to beIs easier than being meShe says things I can understandHolds a weight I have in handIn words I sense something more to be saidAnd to note of them, a reaction I dreadMiss Indica Kelly A.Will you ever say to meYour interest has been confirmedThe dirt, the soil, the germ and wormThey twist in the soil of a bud that growsA strain of ignorance that so many will knowThey breathe in the subtle senseBut hold it
Who Will Be MineWho Will Be MineIt's been too long for me to not have someone to hold and to loveEven if it weren't a sexual relationship, I want that feeling of a pairI work seven days a week with only one afternoon off and one morning offNever a whole day offNever time to be myselfThere's girls where I am who I see would be wonderfulIf only their eyes didn't see other menOr not even that, but that I could somehow be someone they'd see and want to see againI've been tired and tired of hopingI lose sleep thinking of my dreamsWhen I dream I dream of thingsThings I do when I'm awake and tiredAs if there is no changeI work and work a
Half Written LoveHalf Written LoveI was begging for salvationAnd found that salvation never cameI wondered if the reason wasThat I begged for salvationDoes salvation come to those who beg?I sacrificed myself for youAnd found that I was no heroI thought for so long as to why this might beDoes sacrificing yourself make you a hero?I became self obsessedWith the way my thoughts dressedParading themselves like they were seenI came by a notionTo see myself in a different wayI don't much like it, but anyway5 came and 5 wentA day of work so poorly spentBut later on I thought ofA half written poem - for a half written loveI trie
Is Now LovedYou found my heartSomehow it had become a partSo you found my heartBut you didn't find meMy heart had been lost out in spacePainful memories now replacedThe happiness and loveMy heart once knew ofTo see your hand let out to holdAnd lift it away from the bitter coldTelling me sweet lullabiesAfter all the stories, all the liesI knew it would need time to knowWhat real love could beBut what could real love beIf my heart isn't a part of meYou found my heartSomehow it had become a partDetached itself from its wombA resting place that became a tombMy heart now felt that it was foundHad I known it could be f