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Page 7 "A Look Into the Eyes"
"Man Behind the Face"
"Change"
"Let the Music Flow Through You"

A look into the eyes, that’s all that you need.
You can see kindness, compassion, or greed.
You look past all the masks, all the layers of skin,
And you see the inner being, along with the sin.
The marks of a person’s soul are in the eyes.
There is no way around it, there is no disguise.
A look into the eyes, that all that it takes,
And a smile in your eyes, a better person it makes.

Man Behind the Face"
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I am your worst nightmare,
I am the monster hiding under your bed,
I am the creature that lives under the stairs.
I have no heart, my thoughts are cold.
My eyes are sinister, and my mind is on fire.
You can’t put me out, love can’t change me.
No one can do anything about it, except me.
I can change on a whim, I can be someone else,
But I like it this way, I couldn’t be someone else.
I like the man behind the face,
I like the hatred in my eyes.
I like looking in the mirror and seeing no one.
I like to scare myself, and I like to be "me".

"Change"
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A twist of the dial, a turn of the key,
All is changed to what it used to be.
The happiness leaves as the sadness sets in.
And with the sadness also comes the sin,
No more am I what I want to be,
But instead a creature thinking free.
What do I do when this happens? Why do I ask?
Because I don’t want to live my life behind a mask.
So I ask you, can you help me take the pain away?
Can you help me go back to yesterday. . .?
I don’t want to be like this, I don’t want to die,
I don’t want to think about it, I don’t want to cry. . .
But I do cry, and it’s too late; on the floor fall the tears,
I was never the person I said I was; I have fears.
The doubts I have, they have never been listed.
The light in my eyes, it never existed,
It might as well have been a reflection,
Because you have the light, it’s a perfection.
The things I said, they were never true.
I never thought the thoughts, I never knew.
Nothing is different since before; nothing has changed,
Nothing happened except for my thoughts being rearranged.
All my hopes of something new, all my dreams. . .
And then I realized nothing is what it seems.
I thought for awhile and found what I needed to know,
That in life, nothing goes with the flow.
And nothing lasts forever, nothing stays the same,
I knew who I was until you came.
It’s not your fault at all, it’s mine. . .
I should have known that there is no time.
I should have known that all good things end,
That there is a limit to what you can comprehend.
And as it all shuts down, and closes for an eternity,
All that is left is a peaceful, quiet serenity.
But is it over? Has the light gone dim?
Can the end be this grim?
Is there nothing left? Is there no hope?
Nothing left to hold on to, no way to cope.
And I’ve often wondered, I’ve often thought.
But I’ve never remembered, I always forgot.
Life is strange, life is sad, life is me, life is you.
And when it dies. . . I die too.

"Let The Music Flow Through You"
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Let the music flow through you.
Let the notes wash over you thoughts.
Let the rhythm give you peace.
Let the beat control your actions.
Let the words sink in.
Let the words sink in.
Let the music flow through you,
Let it flow through you.

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