Frogs

What does friend mean to you?

A word so wrongfully abused

Are you like me, confused

All included but you

Alone...



The sounds of silence often soothe

Shapes and colors shift with mood

Pupils widen and change their hue

Rapid brown avoid clear blue



Why's it have to be this way

Be this way (x5)



Flowers watched through wide eyes bloom

A child sings an unclaimed tune

Innocence spins cold cocoon

Grow to see the pain too soon



Why's it have to be this way

Be this way (x5)



"7 am on a Tuesday, in August...

Next week I turn 28...

I'm still young,

It'll be me...

Off the wall I scrape...you...

I gotta wake...

Show me you're irate

That's my fate.

They.....

My fate...

Never going to fuck with me again...

Don't fuck with me again...

That one goes out straight

[Through] you....

Irate