You’re so bad, you’re so messed up
You live to manufacture pain
Your only wish is others’ hurt
To take their loss for your own gain
You lie in wait to pounce and steal
While hidden in the dark of lies
You strike to plunder and destroy
Another’s life your greatest prize
You have no shame or guilt at all
The world owes you for all you’ve lost
Others should hurt and suffer too
Revenge has a bottomless cost
What do words mean? Tell me without words
They’re mere vibrations lost in the air
A finite selection of sounds and pauses
Only make sense if a listener is there
The speaker thinks this, says that, this way
The hearer gets half and imagines more
Memory selectively picks, stores, recalls
Words lost or altered while feelings endure
Words everywhere, all the time, drowning in words
In one place harmless and another place betray
Speak your own ruin before you can stop it
Til you find yourself tied up with no words to say
What enormous power in words can be had
For they can work great good or unending bad
No words, no thoughts, empty inside
Worries, feelings, can barely hide
Try to reach out, you know you should
Wrong things, wrong time, misunderstood
It’s okay, it’s just today
You won’t always feel this way
Jump in, get back into the game
You’re still so far from where you came
You really have good things to share
And people notice if you’re there
A low point means you’ve grown somehow
Things will start getting better now
I never had patience for puzzles
Hunting and searching for every piece
Thinking I knew what the image was
It’s all wrong – my frustrations increase
Finally getting the picture together
It’s not at all what I thought it would be
The good pieces I had discovered
Are hidden and changed by reality
I’ve spread out the pieces still trying
To fix it but just made a mess
This image has crumbled around me
My misinterpretations now I confess
Turns out this is not my puzzle
And it’s time now to walk away
It wasn’t a waste – it was worth it
For now I am wiser today
Feels like it’s all turned bitter now
The sting of looking like a fool
The burn of being tricked and used
The pieces of each broken rule
The absence of the web I built
The hole where all my work has gone
The yank of being on your string
The frozen shock of being wrong
I feel if I could make you pay
To show that I was really right
Then I could leave this hurt behind
But really this is my own fight
It’s okay, it just takes more time
It hurts but slowly it will heal
I’ve grown and learned and shared myself
I know that what I did was real
Sometimes it seems that all my tires do is spin
No matter how I go, I cannot ever win
I’m accelerating on a bed of ice
And get stuck even deeper however many tries
I have zero traction when I try to make a turn
Direction is not changeable until I crash and burn
I press the brakes, there’s nothing there, the pedal hits the floor
I’m skidding, sliding, swerving just to keep from hurting more
I can see where I should go, I just can’t find out how
There is too much snow and ice to leave where I am now
Until I realize, it’s my tires, and get out of my car
Can’t change the road but I can change what all my actions are
On skis I learn to glide and ride together with the snow
I can turn and steer with ease toward where I want to go
I pick up speed, I slow and stop, I’m fully in control
The snow and ice no longer block, but help me reach the goal
