Sleeping Alone
 
Laying In Bed At Night Eyes Wide Shut
when Sleep Eludes Your Body
does Your Mind Ever Wander To
the Past Event That Brought You To This Night?
do You Question Why You Chose To Be With The One Your With?
was It The Sex? Is It Really That Good?
or Maybe The Eyes, The Windows To The Soul?
how About That Laugh That Echo Through Your Mind?
the One You Hardly Hear, Or The Lies You Try So Hard To Believe,
or Just The Fact You Love To Sleep Alone.
when That Fateful Time Arrives,
when The Angles Ask You What Was The One Thing You Liked About Living
will You Answer, "It Was Being With The One I Chose"?
or Will You Fall Silent,
your Head Bowed,
your Eyes Closed,
and Finely Whisper Sleeping Alone...
 
hello to tomb raider
 
you sit there pushing buttons all day and night long too
you sometimes wonder why you try
you scream, you cuss, and yes sometimes cry
you want to stop you have to quit but yet you stay
stay glued in that chair eyes fixed on the screen
scream of defeat that remotely sounds like pain.
you look around the the room giggling an I'm sorry.
a smoke break a time to laugh
you just have to relax before you go insane
maybe you have already
for your back to pushing those damn buttons
as you start all over again.
your driven hard to completion,
you must do it tonight
don't talk to me,
or get my way
or you'll die
they call it a game,
but it'll drive you insane
 
CaSondra
 
Fingers Flying With Lightning Speed.
You Know She Can't See
While She Pushes Those Buttons
With Such Accuracy That Only Heaven Can Know
A Cuss, A Scream, And That Ever So Famous Battle Cry
As She Rages A War Only She Knows Why.
Whatever, Who Cares, I Don't Give A Shit
The Battle Cry Rings
In Someone Ear She Cries In Despair.
Putting On Makeup, Brushing Her Hair
While Sparks Are Flying
From Her Fiery Eyes It Just Won't Lay Right.
No One Understands Me She Screams
As She Drives The House Insane.
Music Blasting Or So She Calls It
Nerve Racking Noise I Cry.
I Want, I Need, I Have To Have It.
I Just Bought You One Just Last Week
Mom Its Wore Out, Or Broke, Maybe Just Out Of Style.
Your Still Just 15 And I'm 35 You Don't Need To Know
Why It's Still No That's Why.
I Still Love Her But When Will This End.
Charlie's Being A Butt Hole She Says As The Night Comes To An End.