C a n d y L a n dLet's tiptoe through the sugar berriesCome fly far away with meTo a land that's made of milk and honeyAnd bright candy colored dreamsThe sun is a bright yellow lemon dropThe fluffy clouds are sugar spunThe moon's a vanilla pudding pieCount the starry gumdrops one by oneThe trees are made of licoricePeanut brittle for the leavesThe flowers are pink sugar sticksFlying amongst them are bumblegum beesSwim in an ocean of chocolate milkWith seashells of big round OreosGo walking on soft beaches at nightIt's sugar you'll feel between your toes!Climb a mountain of caramel custardMake snowballs out of whipped creamSleep on beds of cotton candywith pillows made from jellybeansYou're welcome here anytime you likeThere's no magic words to sayAll you have to do is close your eyesCandyland is just a dream away
Inner VoicesYou cannot see me I am the little voice inside your head I know your thoughts I control your every move I can sense your worst fears I play with your darkest secrets I know the true intentions of your heart I can see you from the inside out I know what makes your blood boil with rage I know what breaks your heart into pieces I know when you truly mean what you say I know if your smiles are realI know the masks you wear; I'm the one that paints them on your faceI know all of your disguises; I'm the one that picks them out for youI know every sin, every transgression; every good and malicious deed I know every inch of your entire being I am part of you, the little demon on your shoulder I am YOUYou cannot see me I am the little voice inside your head
Silent TearsWhere are these tears I so long to cry?Are they buried somewhere inside me orjust frozen behind my eyes?I feel the storm inside of me.The thunder and lightning display my pain and anguishOnly there is no rain.I long for it to pour down and wash this sadness away.It stays suspended in a lonely cloud inside my head.I can feel it. The thunder calls my name.It knows my thoughts.The tears cannot go beyond the boundary of my eyes.They can only look from the inside out and wonderwhat it would be like to break free and run down my cheeks.Each tear would melt a piece of the wall I havebuilt up inside and all around me.Maybe then I will see a cloudless, sunny day.
IdentityI am my own person. I can think on my own, exist on my own.I don't need to depend on anyone but myself.People do whatever they're told because they're afraid....Afraid of what other people might think, what people might say. The world has so many under its control.Blinding them to the concept of their own true self; Automatons... products of society's mould.I'm not afraid to speak my mind.Why should I care what people think?I don't need to depend on them for sustenance.I can get along just fine by myself, without anyone.I'm not sorry I don't meet the world's standards.I'm not sorry I won't conform to beliefs that are not my own.Why should I risk opening myself up to be used