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Valentine Greed

We wish, for the one
We never receive
The thing that we want
The thing that we need

A person to hug
A person to hold
To keep with us,
When the nights grow cold.

Since you have one
A loving Valentine
I’ll steal him from you
And claim him. He is mine.

You know how I feel
I stole him you.
I’m going to dump him soon
Take your man. He’s new.



Step into My Shoes

I’ve lost lots of friends
And gained many too!
I have emotions as well
Step into my shoes!

Did you notice I cried?
When you called me that name?
Were not that different
We’re basically the same

Did you see me get angry?
When you made fun of my friend?
Why won’t you stop?
Why won’t this end?

Did you see me bring it?
That gun to the class?
You know what I’m gonna do?
I’m going to kick your ***

Did you see me laugh?
As I stepped away when you died
People are screaming
Now it’s you who will cry.



Can’t Hold on Anymore

I’m gonna o it
Can’t hold on anymore
No one will ever love me
I hate life to its core

It’s easy enough to do.
I can’t hold on anymore,
Put the gun on my temple
Let my body fall to the floor

I finally did
I could’ve held on longer
Why did I do it?
I could’ve held on longer

Cookie Cutter Hands

I sit inside my room
I’m sitting here to cry
All the time I think
Of all the ways to die

A bullet, to my head?
A punch, to hit my brain?
Its so hard to think.
I know its all the same

People say I’m nice
But I think of suicide
Wishing I was dead
Pushing tears aside.

I’m happy for the moment
But that’s really all I need
Getting rid of thoughts
That were to be the deed

I’m enjoying life
The pain has gone away
I will never let
My life get that astray


Dreaming

Dreaming for peace
Dreaming for love
Lifted out of bed
To the Heavens Above

Dreaming of love
Dreaming of Hate
Walking near god
To a pearly gate

Dreaming of light
Dreaming of Dark
I’m drinking in clouds
And singing with a lark

Dreaming of the Day
Dreaming of the Night
Helping the helpless
Fighting those who smite

Dreaming of the time
On which I will awake
Open my eyes to see
The sunset as it breaks.

Awful examples of poetic meter, dull and childish subject matter, and poor rhyming.

I could actually picture Stephen Lynch singing them.