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we can't really imagine
living in our basement all day
trying to breathe sliently
so they think we ran away

hiding from your neighbors
living life from bang to boom
just trying to remember
what it was like in a sunny room

and we can't nearly imagine
what these people have been through
as if one day of attack
justified what we do

and all i'm asking of you
is to try to imagine
an endless night of huddling into a corner
not worrying about food or drink
but just living from moment to moment
wondering when yours will end
how it will feel when the bombs explode
will it all be dark
or will it all go white
will i be curled into this corner tomorrow night
no concept of time
no were to go
no worries of anything
but to be there in the morning

it's about (rape)

it is my power trip
my rush and my fix
it is the way i get
my kicks
it is a way to past the time
it is a way to feel real again
its a way to see emotions
its the way to feel the horror
on someone elses face
its my time to feel in power
its my time to control someone else
its about me

comfort women - untold

please just hear them
the voices that had been silenced
for so long now

please just listen to the
tears they never got to cry
the cries they never shouted

please listen to their stories
the ones that should never have been made
the ones that they were forced to carry
along with other things

please listen to their troubles
they are more than theirs to bare
allow them to make you glimpse their lives

please listen
please don't disregaurd
please listen
please don't write off
please don't discard
please don't dismiss

we know what they are

They aren't like Americans they aren't real people
no one bothers to ask
What they are
We know what they are

An infestation that we need to rid the world of
who's world
our world
the world we say its going to be
the way we want it

how many lies will we trade for lives
how many lives need to be lost
before the lies become to much
before the truth becomes less painful
to bare

hope he knows

I hope he knows I'm sorry
I hope he knows I cried
I hope he knows I felt sick

I hope he knows I couldn't watch
I hope he knows I felt the blow
I hope he knows I know

it took me

it took me 15 years to fly alone
it took me 17 years to be out on my own
it took me 18 years to really kiss someone hard
it took me 19 years to miss someone's touch
it took me 19 years to realize i'm not so tough
it took me a few looks at you and i started to blush

directionless love

i lie there in silence
like drift wood
i find myself wanting
to direct my self to you
as impossible as
negotiating with the waves

wanting nature to bring us together
waiting for the stars to aline
it all takes more time
than i am willing to wait
i will you to want me
as i will want you