The Pain Marks A Feeling

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Tell me how it feels
What you're going though
It's like a little too real
A little too soon

Take another breath
Take another day
Get a little sad
Let the tears fade away

Help me heal
The way you feel
why do you conceal?
Let me see
How it feels
Like a waterfall
You know you can have it all
Take my hand

Make another plan
Feel a different sun
Set another sea
And make it start again
Take another look
Fly a different flag

A devastating backstroke
All the way from the heart
With shiny, shiny cufflinks
A belly open shirt to enhance it all

The confused men of morning
Are coming for to dance
With pure Armenian Cotton
I don't stand a chance

You criticize the practice
By murdering my wish
Ignoring all the history
Denying me romance

I didn't like the way
you talk to me,
But that was at first glance
Your pillow feels so soft now
everything needs a chance

I put my all in this field of love
And I will watch it grow.
Till towers crumble and fall
And waters no longer flow.

It's always now, and time can't be cheated.
Condemned to the past just to repeat it.
It's all too real as I stare at the ceiling.

These are the chords

that set the whole scene reeling.
Broke the breaks when you stop healing
Close on the end and all that it's bringing.
Hold on to my head to block out the ringing.
It's all too late as the pain marks a feeling.

I want the War to stop

If Life is a competition
Everyone is losing tonight
Don't see how that could be-
Did we just miss something here?
Where did we go so wrong?

You're looking up to the sky
To that childhood hope of God
As you ask him inside of you
For a chance to change it all
It's so unfair.
I'm trying not to care.
But the tears wont let me hide

All those homework that you gave me,
And all those promises you made me
All mean nothing-
Since the economy is gone
Sorry for this imposition,
But I Fucking hate this condition.
But I'll follow along-
And you can walk me like a sheep
And I will pay the gas prices they predict
While the middle class disappears
And the oil companies
and bush make a million a day

What a difference a president makes
Eight little years
Brought the housing slump
Where there used to be power
Brought international relation to fire
Burned our friends and fed our enemies
Changed the world view of democracy
Put “peace” in to the endanger species list

I want to go more deep
It hurts so good
But makes you think
i want to be free
I was told by a Marine once
Don't stop until you get this deep
Keep going 'til you get to breathe

Self-destruction is Bush destination
This is how it pains my days
With mixed emotions - even lies
You make me break all ties to these ways
You lay this guilt on me
But all along
I wanted the war to stop
Bring our soldiers home
Leave Iraq alone.
and pack your bags
cause your out of your home.