• Like a story my life plays out,

    I want to cry, scream, shout...

    Anything to make me feel better.

    Today, I find that Murphy's law sucks,

    And that I can be a Daddy Warbucks.

    Paying for my sister to get something to celebrate Labor day...


    I sit here, jamming to my beats,

    And the bad feelings just go away,

    they run away from me, like I have the plauge.

    I sigh and try to ignore the fact that my life's a bore.


    That I can't seem to come to terms with the fact that,

    I just can't deny that...

    I'm a human being, and I swore to be strong,

    Not for me, but for my mom...

    The feeling's mounting, and I feel the leaver opening

    The fountain that releases my tears...


    I swipe at my eyes,

    Ignoring my would-be cries.

    I try to be strong, to put on that nice facade,

    But I find it a game that I just can't force myself to play.


    But then I pause and remember, all the things that I can,

    The smiles, the praise, all the birthdays,

    And I feel myself become sentimental,

    And a pen finds it's way into my hand...

    And the words flow from the sands of time,

    Every single rythm and rhyme

    Through the sands of time...

    A story, page after page flows through the sands of time...