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My Light

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You are my light when things seem dark.
You are the reason I am sane.
You are the reason I am calm.

The storms may come.
The winds may roar.
The waves will crash,
But we will prevail.

They bring me joy into my life.
They are the reason my heartbeats.
But you are the reason it keeps beating.

Ignored

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I always thought I was a kind person.
I always thought I looked out for others.
I always thought I had support.

Maybe I was naïve to think these things.
Maybe I was just someone people used.
Maybe I never had support.

But now I feel like I am nothing.
I am just ignored,
And I don’t know why.

Except Me

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This is so stupid and pointless.
It is pointless to get upset.
I have to move on.

Why does everyone else get to have lifelong friends,
except me?
Why does everyone else get to have a wonderful support system,
except me?

I have nowhere to go and nowhere to vent.
No one to back me up.
And I just want to scream
But they won’t care if I scream,
they won’t care about anything I do.

Outsider/Outcast

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What do you do when you hear someone doesn’t trust you?
What do you do when your words fall on deaf ears?
What do you do when you are left on the outside?
What do you do when nothing seems to work?

You’re an outcast, an outsider.
Left on your own. All on your own.
You’re an outsider, an outcast.
But is it really all that you are?
You’re an outcast, an outsider.
Left on your own.
You’re an outsider, an outcast.
But is there more to who you are?

You become the Outsider, the outcast,
But you don’t know why. You don’t know why.
You became hated or is this just in your mind?
They curse at you but you don’t know why.

How do you solve a problem like this?
Do you just let it go?
Do you question everything you ever thought?
And you wonder why no one has told you.
Why don’t they trust you or talk to you?


You’re an outcast, an outsider.
Left on your own. All on your own.
You’re an outsider, an outcast
But is it really all that you are?
You’re an outcast, an outsider.
Left on your own.
You’re an outsider, an outcast.
But is there more to who you are?

Drive

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I’m driving home from work today.
I hate this drive, it’s killing me.
The drive is so boring, it takes so long.
And all I want to do is be home right now.
All I want to do is be home right now.

I hate driving to work every morning.
It takes so much time.
And all want, all I want is to be home right now.

Getting up every morning before the sun.
It takes too long to drive each day.
I really just want to be home right now.
I just want to be home with my family.
Home with my family!

When I was younger, I wanted to be alone.
I didn’t want to be in a crowd or with anyone.
And now I’m older, and all I want is to be home with them.
All I want to do is be home with them.

I’m driving home from work today.
I hate this drive, it’s killing me.
The drive is so boring, it takes so long.
And all I want to do is be home right now.
All I want to do is be home right now.

I hate driving to work every morning.
It takes so much time.
And all want, all I want is to be home right now.

It takes so long to drive every day.
Back and forth and all I want to do is be home with my kids.
Be home with my family, home with my family.

The drive is so boring; it makes me sing.
About things, I pass on the way.
But all I want to do, all I want to do is be home right now.

Every day, the drive is a drag.
Back and forth to work and home.
When all I want to do is be home with my family.
Home with my family.

I’m driving home from work today.
I hate this drive, it’s killing me.
The drive is so boring; it takes so long.
And all I want to do is be home right now.
All I want to do is be home right now.

I hate driving to work every morning.
It takes so much time.
And all want, all I want is to be home right now.

Every day leaving before the sin and all I want to do is stay with my kids.
I see them sleeping, all snug in their beds.
I kiss them goodbye; they don’t even wake.
And all I want to do, all I want to do is stay home with them.

Driving home, and this drive makes me crazy.
I just want to scream.
Let’s go faster so I can get to them.

The drive’s so long, one straight road.
I’m driving home from work today.
I hate this drive, It’s killing me.
It takes so long.
All I want to do is be home right now.

Sponges

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SPONGES

Some people are like sponges.
They soak up whatever is around them,
And then pour it out on others.

When they are with good people,
They absorb your goodness,
And then pour it out on others.

When they are around toxic people,
They become like them,
And then pour it out on others.

Don’t be a sponge.
Know who you are.
Beware of sponges and always be the good person
So the sponges can soak up your goodness.