Hello monkeys! Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've been going through a terrible creative drought, so here's an older one.

I wrote this a long tme ago, but haven't read it again until today. This one is brutally confessional. I'm not really as crazy as this paints me out to be, but I feel like I am sometimes. I have my mental days. The rhythm is all over the place to match the crazy vibe I'm going for. It all works with the tune, but looks like shit written down. I'll probably re-write it anyway, it's almost too cluttered.
ARNOLD PALMER
don't look at me
you'll just encourage me
to go off on a tangent
and throw another tantrum
and attract what i claim to be unwanted attention
such a contradiction
'cuz all i really care about is how i'm percieved
so i guess i really screwed myself
i'm not what they believe
now everybody's staring at me
i told you i don't want this
but i was obviously lying
let's face it, it's what i'm good at
and there's no use in trying
to do anything about me
'cuz i'll hate you if touch me
and i'll hate you if you don't
and i know that you won't
since you're much to smart to start with me
'cuz i'm a living oxy-moron
or maybe just a moron who
has nothing better left to do
than to tell you how things should have been
so you better
keep an eye on me
and keep a healthy distance
'cuz i just might breakdown again
(an awful reoccurrance)
well, i'm normally a mess
so you should watch out on my bad days
and they happen quite a bit
because i'm caught up in this phase
so i'll through another fit
go on and
tell me i'm a hopeless bitch
that i am warped in every way
i'm stuck in all my stubbornness
and of course i know that i'm insane
it doesn't matter what you say
it really makes no difference
i'll blame it on the medication
or my lack of confidence
"it appears that she's set in her ways
i fear that she will never change"
so correct me if i'm wrong
but i think you better move along
because you're really wasting time
you'll never clean this mess of mine
forgive me, but i need to say
that i will always be this way
which brings me to my next problem
(exploiting myself once again)
i really cannot stand myself
but i hate to start an argument
when one side of my brain starts screaming at the other
then i lash out on myself again
inflicting pains i'd much rather not have
but it's too late
because i've messed up in the past
and my mistakes are coming back
they've come to bite me in the ass
(but a lady musn't use such language)
and honestly at this point
it's all out of my control
because my mind runs musch too fast
and my body moves too slow
but that's just another lame excuse
"and for every excuse she makes up six more to exuse it
and six excuses for the six"
SHUT UP
maybe someday i will join you on your happy little planet
but you are much too plain for me
i don't think that i could stand it
my sanity is weaing thin
i used it all to dig my grave
and what a pretty little grave it is
a perfect fit for perfect me
i picked out my flaws perfectly
i almost forgot one last thing
and then i swear i will shut up
say what you want to about me
'cuz i really don't give a fuck
...or maybe i do...

Hmm... you do have talent, and it'd be interesting to hear these lyrics put to music! My favorites would have to be "Chuck Norris" (When I read this, I kind of pictured Chuck Norris pleading to his wife for forgiveness after he roundhouse kicks her in the face, haha), "Funeral March", and "Child's Play". Though simply written (which can be great at times), it's brilliant, and it effectively captures the dark concept of incestual child molestation. It sent shivers down my spine, and very few things do. Keep writing!

Yar! Thank you MsSchizophrenia for you nice comments. Now I feel warm and fuzzy inside ^_^ Anywho...here's another old song I wrote about my friends and I last summer. It has a very "indie" vibe. Most of it probably won't make sense to anyone else, but it does to me. It's corny, but I have nothing better to post. I will soon, I'm working on some really good ones right now.

ROBOT FIRE ISLAND
lazy green grass summer days
slowly start to fade away
kidnapped by the pirates and the river dogs that float through my head
we suck the nectar from the flowers
sweet with honey, count back hours
and watch our future fight our past
upon the dying summer grass
drive in circles 'round the empty parking lot
driving so fast to a destination still unknown
windows down, music loud, windy fingers blow through my hair
we'll claim this island as our own, our hearts preserved within
peace-bond the sword so we'll walk safely through the hotel doors
miles do not matter anymore
another quarter feeds the Revolution; lights will flash again
it makes no differance thatyou are much better than i am
standing outside to see the show
going in, and letting go
concert houses, resturants, bookstores, arcades, swimming pools: our home
celebrating life with every breath we take
we love to live, and live to love
these times will always life on in plastic swords and army men
we'll forget our arguments when the sun comes up again
and we'll ride off into the distance on the arcade quarter horse
or the matress that gets better mileage
we'll always have each other
we'll always have the summer
but when we finally leave what a grand exit we'll make
laughing and loving and living and linking our hands
how we'll sing
oh, how we'll sing
and we'll smile
and we'll laugh
and we'll love
and we'll live
and we'll sing

Hello. Here's one I just wrote. The good ones I promised sucked, so you get this song instead.

SKOOL
come grab my hand and walk me through the hallway
avoid the stares from their vacant eyes
the children laugh; i will be set free someday
the bell rings out and i am drawing flies
swarm around the food
dead, upon the table
class is still in session
and i'm drowning in my mind
i'm burning this place down
the flames begin tonight
ashes frost the ground
while the smoke distorts our site
i won't make a sound
as i reveal the light
i'm burning this place down
the fire will engulf our eyes
so strike my hand, there's no abuse in power
hike up my skirt so i will make the grade
the playground rules are broken every hour
these will burn; your body is ablaze
dancing in the hall
feast upon the alter
we are all dismissed
and i'm swimming through the lies
i'm burning this place down
the flames begin tonight
ashes frost the ground
while the smoke distorts our site
i won't make a sound
as i reveal the light
i'm burning this place down
the fire will engulf our eyes
TEACHER TELL ME WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?

This song has got a nice grunge feel.

DISEASED
i don't want to be the needle in your arm
i don't want to be the hand that brings you down
oh, i almost was your accident
but it was all a lie
i don't want to be your last resort
seen through hazy eyes
nothing ever feels complete
when i'm forced to compete
with your demons and i always lose
nothing ever feels just right
when i always have to fight
with your habits, i'm so sick of you... i'm so sick of you
i don't want to be the smoke that fills you lungs
i don't want to be the voice inside your head
and i almost was your carelessness
but you were not sincere
i don't want to be your next mistake
'cuz you weren't thinking clear
your vision of me is always clouded
and this house is alway crowded
'cuz you can't leave your baggage at the door
i can't live to feed your attention
and choke on all the apprehension
i'm tired, i can't take this anymore... i won't do this anymore
nothing ever feels complete
when i'm forced to compete
with your demons and i always lose
nothing ever feels just right
when i always have to fight
with your habits, i'm so sick of you... i'm so sick of you