hope and without direction knowing only that dreams are always shattered a kind face is a hypocritical face "those who know" are more lost than anyoneThe sons and daughters of the hippies raised on shattered dreams by hypocrites are too afraid to care too smart to try and were raised too well to admit itPage 3ShutesHer pretty White DressShe sits alone in her pretty white dressShe's still afraid She wonders whyNo one is around; she shouldn't be afraid But she can't help wonderingWhat will happen when they come?How will she screw this up?Will they still make fun of her?Will she still not be good enough for them? Still too fat Too ugly Too smart Too lazy Too depressed Too unstableShe sits alone in her pretty white dress and chuckles They don't know how unstable she really isThey made her unstable by never being satisfied And putting her down when she failed to pleaseThe razor sliced through her skin easily, only a slight stingAnd as she was taken away, the paramedic couldn't help commenting On how it was such a shame That she had gone and ruined such a pretty white dressPraise for the NightOnly in the light of day can I see my true selfThe night is a mask A security blanketCovering the pain The fear The insecuritiesIn the night I am the person I created The person I am comfortable with The person who is comfortableIn the light I am the person they created Through the pain The fear The insecuritiesThe night sets me free...
