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Saturday the 15th of January, 1994

if it’s over

if it’s over
i wanna know
if it’s over
tell me so

why must all good things come to an end
what we had was the best
yea sure there were good times and bad
but you always had to put it to the test

you were my one true love
my one and only sugar pie
you could be sweet as a peach and sour as a lemon
but you had rather me die

if it’s over
i wanna know
if it’s over
tell me so

come on girl please talk to me
i can change you know that’s true
please don’t leave me
although you’d never know

if it’s over
please tell me so

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Friday the 14th of January, 1994

what

what’s wrong in this world
there’s war everywhere
an innocent man dies
and the guilty run free

what’s wrong in this country
there’s bigotry everywhere
an innocent man dies
and the guilty run free

what’s wrong in this state
there’s racism everywhere
an innocent man dies
and the guilty run free

what’s wrong in this town
there’s crime everywhere
an innocent man dies
and the guilty run free

what’s right in this house
there’s belief throughout
belief that the innocent man lives
and the guilty most certain will die

Posted by rtkenmore at 01:30 AM on the 14th of January, 1994.
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escape

sometimes i look for an escape
a way out of this wretched world
i’ve heard of many things
drugs
guns
knives
ropes
suicide you know
but all of these hurt
they give revenge slowly
as they kill you off
why is there not an easy escape
an easy way out
who really wants to escape
the pain with pain
many have said not i
so they lived
lived in this wretched world
still looking for an escape

Posted by rtkenmore at 01:29 AM on the 14th of January, 1994.
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friend

if a friend is one who
talks to you in a time of need
always has a shoulder to lean on
and always there to help you when your down
then i’ve only had one
only one friend in my life

if a friend is one who
backs you without verbal support
always will be there by your side
and always defends your dignity and honor
then i’ve only had one
one good friend in my life

Monday the 15th of November, 1993

stand

what’s it mean to stand
to stand for what you believe
what would happen if you didn’t
would there be walls
would the world fall
would your friends leave
would nobody believe
if you don’t stand
this world would be corrupt
is that what it’s come to
sometimes i wonder
i wonder about things
if you don’t stand
the world may end
must it happen
i don’t think so
i know so
if no one stands
for what they believe
this world would end
and all would leave

Posted by rtkenmore at 01:11 AM on the 15th of November, 1993.
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Sunday the 14th of November, 1993

reality

reality is an explicit thing
there are many boundaries
and if you cross them
you are certain to die

the world of dreams
is across the line
if you die there
you can’t come back

why do we dream
we just defy ourselves
i’ve dreamed many times
and many have come true

they’ve defied the law
dreams can’t pass the line
but they have and
they’ve taken their toll

if you dream the dream-master
will most definitely get you
and pull you in
into his realm

his world is warped
a warped view of reality
what’s wrong with him
i don’t know

i’ve seen him get my friends
he won’t get me though
i won’t let him
i’ll never sleep again

Posted by rtkenmore at 01:11 AM on the 14th of November, 1993.
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war

war is something i’ve always known
i fight all the time
with friends and family
there’s still a raging war going on
why does it have to be

my dad’s the axis and i’m the ally
there’s a raging war here
and i’ve been banned
banned from what though
it’s a free country is it not

why is there a war
all it does is kill
is that what has to happen
i don’t know sometimes
maybe he’s just out to get you

Posted by rtkenmore at 01:11 AM on the 14th of November, 1993.
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Wednesday the 27th of October, 1993

hanging on

i never liked my life
it’s never been an easy one
no one wanted to be my friend
my best friend was always myself
i wondered what i could do
i tried and tried
but nothing worked
what was wrong with me
i always wondered
i tried to hang on to everything
but i just wanted to let go
most people have parents
i have a parent
my dad resents me
i wondered why but i don’t know
he won’t talk or look
it’s his loss though not mine
when i think of him
i hate him so much
but yet people think i should still love him
why after what he did
i tried to hang on to the memories
but i just wanted to let go
when you find a best friend
you want to keep him forever
why can’t it happen this way
why do things change
especially for the worse
people would ask if something was wrong
but i would just say
nothing
everything
something
why is life so hard
so hard to hang on to
i got tired of life
i wanted to let go
i decided to let go
i got so tired not long after
my head felt so weird
what was wrong
something was happening
but i don’t....

Posted by rtkenmore at 01:10 AM on the 27th of October, 1993.
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Sunday the 10th of October, 1993

merry-go-round

hey girl what’s going on
is there something happening between us
is there something wrong
since we’re going on a merry-go-round

can’t figure out where i’m going
up and down on a merry-go-round
i wonder where i’ve been
round and round on a merry-go-round

i want to know if something’s wrong
don’t you still love me girl
sometimes i can’t tell
since we’ve been on a merry-go-round

i wonder where i’m going
up and down on a merry-go-round
can’t figure out where i’ve been
round and round on a merry-go-round

i don’t think you love me anymore
why not i always loved you
what’s happening between us
we need to get it together

can’t figure out where i’m going
up and down on a merry-go-round
i wonder where i’ve been
round and round on a merry-go-round

girl please don’t go
i don’t know what i would do
i’m already confused enough
going up and down on a merry-go-round

girl i thought we had a good thing
but sometimes i can be wrong
i’m hanging on for dear life
going round and round on a merry-go-round

can’t figure out what’s happening
since we’re going up and down on a merry-go-round
what will become of me after your gone
since i’m going round and round on a merry-go-round

round and round i go
where i stop i don’t know
up and down on a merry-go-round
round and round i go
i’m riding fast or making it slow
cause i’m taking a chance on a merry-go-round
round and round i go
where i stop i don’t know
up and down on a merry-go-round

Posted by rtkenmore at 01:10 AM on the 10th of October, 1993.
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Thursday the 7th of October, 1993

standing outside the fire

standing outside the fire
i look in to see my friends
i wonder where they’ve been
since i’ve been
standing outside the fire

standing outside the fire
i wonder if something’s wrong
i’m not there with them
why are they inside while i’m
standing outside the fire

standing outside the fire
i see the turmoil and dysfunction
of all of those inside
why must it happen to them when i’m
standing outside the fire

standing outside the fire
i here my friends plea for freedom
why can’t they have it
i’ve got my freedom right here
standing outside the fire

standing outside the fire
i’ve got so much more
but why aren’t we equal
i can’t help it that i’m
standing outside the fire

standing outside the fire
i don’t want to go in
i’ll stay right here
right here where i am
standing outside the fire

Posted by rtkenmore at 01:09 AM on the 7th of October, 1993.
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