"Roxanne I Make Rha-rha-rhymes For You"

when i have a song in my head its hard to write without rhy-rhy-rhythm and I think I don't know what to say, but I want to fill up that rediucu-lous space. And at time there is no where to be, no where to go, and no one for me to see. I'm just all alone in this great big world of mineeyenine.

I do my own little things, in my own little ways. with no thanks and of-en no praise and I wonder where I could be gooooin. Just sit there and watch me as a make a weird face, tell you about the drama of this sil-ly place. And I think to myself its not as it was be-foore.

Runaround in circles get off of my bed, you don't want to stay, cause that's not the way. well that's OK I just can't sleep by myself tonight. I just want to know, what is the place, and who should i show? after all its really not that great.

Walk verery far, and see my face. With my long black hair all over this place, its absurd really how much i haven't changed. My hair wont grow that fast, and good things they never last. So why is that I just want you to stay?

Pick up your coat and walk away, shut the door turn around in that same way. look at me just one more time again. what a love-ly smile,what a love-ly face. Put your hands in your back pockets and remind me of that face.

With the sill-ee boy i once used to know, brown curly hair. Oh i loved him soo. Don't look like him with those eyes you will kill me oh. If I walk away I will be OK. If I open up so much is lost, I know the smart to run.

I wont turn around I wont leave this place, I wont let my held be held up high. Noooo I need to laugh and I need to cryeye and someday i'll know why But until that moment its just hello.

Its really to bad to see say such sh-sh-it, about that girl and and that boy and the silly pit, they have dug each other, falling till there's no sky. Just do me a favor, just one little thing:Rock my world and say goodbye.

Wisdom From The Streets

A couple weeks ago my mom and dad and I were walking in down town Colorado Springs, when I bum comes up to us and says "Hey I was wondering if you could do me a favor and help me out, I need a hundred thousand dollars." My dad laughed and said "no" and then the bum said "How about a quarter?" and my dad gave him a dollar.

That is my new theory on life.

Sleep Is For The Over Thirty

the sky is blue today, and there are clouds rolling by, slight wind, my windows cracked open, on my mind is nothing, well a fear that I am in to deep, to many things to do to much college, I felt bad last night for the first time wrong about going out, mom would not like that, Do i really like it? I had tons of fun I would say, but drinking adds a falseness and I hate falseness, it allows me to be bold out going say "fuck a lot" but while I think its fun, I don't want to do it anymore for two nights in a row.

Earlier I thought I heard a voice, the voice was so familiar to me of someone I knew, quite well and while it was familiar I couldn't remember who sounded like that. I thought I saw Claire walking the other day and I wanted to run up and say "Hey Bebe!" I am torn now, I don't want to be at home, I want to be here. I want to go out and stay out, I like that I am now in the swing of college drama play and violin lessons. But I am to busy. to large on life, do I need time? no sleep is for the over thirty. yes that is right.