What i am to them

A plague...
A wreck...
A piece of shit...
A black staind on the carpet...
A ugly blur in the back of the picture...
Poison ivy in a beautiful prairie...
Gray clouds in a sunny day...
A bad person standing behind her...
A black heart...
Deceiving reasons...
Lies...
A bad person...
An error...
A virus...
Standing in the back, listening to them brag...
U win...
I back down...

The end.

The end of an era...
The end of a love...
The end of a frienship...
The end of us...
People in between...
People all around us...
Saying what is wrong about us...
The end of laughter...
The end of kindness...
The end of the best in the world...
No one sees beyond the face...
No one sees beyond the race...
No one sees they are hurting us...
No one sees the good inside...
They just criticize...
So empty, their minds...
So empty, their souls...
They just wanna brake us up...
The end my friend...
Hope ill see u again...

The end will come.

The end will come...
We will no longer be friends...
No longer be together...
The end will come...
That day when she finally takes u away...
She makes u decide between her and ur friends...
The end will come...
The day u realize, that she is really evil inside...
When u see her real heart...
The end will come...
When i no longer cherish ur company...
Cherish ur kiss...
The end...
That day...
Is so near...

Dear Mr. President - Pink

This is a song that i just heard in an episode of the L word, and i just loved it, speaks the truth Pink as always rocking her mind out, love her...SHE IS NOT POP, at least not to me...
ENJOY!

Dear Mr. President,
Come take a walk with me.
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me.
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why?

Dear Mr. President,
Were you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
Are you a lonely boy?
How can you say
No child is left behind?
We're not dumb and we're not blind.
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing 'bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night?
How do you walk with your head held high?
Dear Mr. President,
You'd never take a walk with me.
Would you?

The evil inside

Hipocrit...
Liar...
Deceiver...
Manipulative...
So many things inside one person...
Such an evil soul...
Such a dark twisted mind...
Hidding behind ur good girl mask...
U hide a devil, anxiously waiting to come out...
Thirsty, waiting for her revenge, killing the ones who took her "pride and joy"...
Her little toy...
Her puppet...
The strings are broken and she is freaking out...
The devil is almost coming out...
The sky is trembling...
The night gets darker...
The evil in her is approaching...
Look at those eyes, filled with hate...
Look at her claws ready to kill...
Get out of ur angel body and show urself, hipocrit little bitch...

Take me away

Take me away...
I feel so empty...
Take me away...
I feel so sad...
Take me away...
I dont wanna breath...
Take me away...
I no longer wanna exist...
Take me away...
I dont wanna live.

So many things...

U taught me how to love...
U taught me how to care...
U taught me how to smile...
U taught me how to live my life...
Can u tell me, how to fall out of love?
Can u teach me, how not to care?
Can u show me, how to be mad?
Can u tell me how to die?

What do u do?

What do u do, when u feel so down that u cant go up?
What do u do, when that person that u love stabs u?
What do u do, when the good inside u turns bad?
What do u do, when no matter how many times u cut, u cant feel?
What do u do, when u dont wanna live?

Me, u, me (Spanish)

Como sabes lo que siento?
Sabes lo que senti al verte ahi tirado?
Sabes a que sabian mis lagrimas, esas que no viste salir?
Estabas muy ocupado llenandote de lujuria...
Cubriendo tus necesidades...
Por que siempre es en ti que hay que pensar?
Algunas vez te detuviste a analizar?
Algunas vez pensaste en lo que me hacias a mi?
Siempre son tus sentimientos...
Tus necesidades...
Mis dramas...
Mis lagrimas...
Mis cicatricez...
Mis deseos de morir...
Ves que no siempre se trata de TI!?

Que haces?

Que haces cuando ya no queda nada?
Ni la felicidad que los unia...
Ni las ganas de estar viva...
Que haces cuando ya no sientes nada?
Ni las ganas de reir...
Ni las ganas de vivir...
Que haces cuando todo se ha ido?
Las personas que querias...
Las personas en las cuales confiabas...
Que haces cuando ya te quieres ir?
O te abres las heridas...
O te cortas unas nuevas...