till I get you....

How does it feel....

                                         You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat

                                               Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat

                                                         Ain't it hard when you discover that

                                                         He really wasn't where it's at

                                               After he took from you everything he could steal

Not Ready To Make Nice

JUST Go.....

Lost for words

                   

                                       
                                            I was caught in the cauldron of hate

                                              I felt persecuted and paralyzed

                                          I thought that everything else would just wait

                                       While you are wasting your time on your enemies

                                                Engulfed in a fever of spite

                                              Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades

                                                       Like shadows into the night

                                                      To martyr yourself to caution

                                                          Is not going to help at all

                                                  Because there'll be no safety in numbers

                                                 When the Right One walks out of the door

                                                        When you hold me, I'm alive

                                                         We're like diamonds