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| Reaching In Let's say your name was Reaching In... Let's say you were given this power. A power that made you super... A power that made you more than me... A power that nobody else could have... A power that only you could see... A vibe that only you could feel... A move that only you could perform... A card that only you could deal... A cold heart that only you could make warmer. Let's say your name was Reaching In... Let's say you were given this choice. A choice that made you think... A choice that made you fit out... A choice that made you scared... A choice that made you doubt... A bad that only you could make good... A crime that only you could steal... A scene that makes you wish you could... A hurt that only you could heal. Let's say you were given this power... Let's ask? Would you still be Reaching In? |
| Sound Asleep Sitting on the porch...scared to ring the bell. I wait for you to see me...I sit scared as hell. Rocking in the chair...hoping the squeaks bring you near. I wait for you to hear me...I'm alone so filled with fear. Pacing on the hardwood...not knowing what to say. When you see me pacing...when you make your way. Laying on your welcome mat...not feeling very welcome. I guess you're in there sleeping...you're so peaceful...when you sleep. Freezing on the outside...so cold but yet so sweet. Your body's on the inside...I'd kill to feel your heat. Dialing on my phone...the number of your phone. I can't press send...so no I'm...going home. Walking to me car...I want to kill myself. You make me feel complete...without you I'm...never free. Free from depressive states...of mind, body and soul. Free from sad days with me...free from sad...days alone. Turning my ignition switch...bright lights start shining through. My eyes are blinded momentarily...holy shit...it's you! Sitting on the porch together...not worried about the bell. We're looking in to each others eyes... I'm no longer scared as hell. This night will be a memory... One that's sure to keep. I didn't want to wake you... I thought you were Sound Asleep. |
| The Fans I wonder if they hated me? What was going through their mind? I wonder if they loved me? What was inspiring their sign? I wonder if they felt me? Like goosebumps through the skin? I wonder if they watched me? For that they can remember when? I wonder if they boo'ed me? Like a loser no one knew? I wonder if they cheered for me? Like a youngster that had grew? I wonder if they cared for me? Crashing down flat on my back.......... I wonder if they followed me? Ever since the last attack.......... I wonder if they were lying? When they said, "You suck!" I wonder if they were crying? When I was unable to duck......... I wonder if they will be my fans? Until I have to fold? I wonder if they will remember? Jeff Hardy As he grows old |
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