The rain can't hurt me now

A little fall of rain
Can hardly hurt me now
You're here, that's all I need to know
And you will keep me safe
And you will keep me close
And rain will make the flowers grow.
The rain can't hurt me now
This rain will wash away what's past
The rain that brings you here
Is Heaven-blessed!
The skies begin to clear
And I'm at rest
A breath away from where you are
I've come home from so far

We pull our boot straps up and homeward turn.

As we stumble along
on life's funny journey.
As we stumble along
into the blue.
We look here and we look there.
Seeking answers anywhere.
Never sure of where to turn or what to do.
Still we bumble our way
through life's crazy labyrinth.
Barely knowing left from right
nor right from wrong.
And the best that we can do
is hope a blue bird,
will sing his song
as we stumble along.
It's a dismal little world in which we live.
It can bore you till you've nothing left to give.
Seven overrated wonders, sever underwhelming seas.
Six excrusciating continants.
Antarctica. Oh please!
But you musent let it lick you
this planet oh so bland.
Keep your eyeball on the highball
in your hand.
As we stumble along
'cross life's crowded dance floors.
As we push and we shove
we live and we learn.
And when we finally leave the bar,
And we see that morning star,
we pull our boot straps up
and homeward turn.
Then we stumble away
through dawns blinding sunbeams.
Barely knowing right from right
nor left from wrong.
But as long as we can hear that little blue bird
There'll be a song
as we stumble along.

And worst of all you doubt yourself

Sometimes, I just feel like anyone could take my pictures.

When you set aside your childhood heroes
And your dreams are lost up on a shelf
You're a t the age of not believing
And worst of all you doubt yourself
You're a castaway where no one hears you
On a barren isle in a lonely sea
Where did all the happy endings go?
Where can all the good times be?

I used to sing at Christmas

We seem to have become one of those families like on TV. We are so messed up that it is slightly comical, but it’s not television, it’s real, so it’s not so funny. Christmas isn’t about family or Jesus or presents or eggnog anymore. It’s about making sure everyone is okay, it’s about making sure everyone is satiated rather than happy.
It’s depressing and it sucks. It’s no one’s fault. It just is what it is. It is hard but I will have to get used to it.
Last night I had my gum & some deviled eggs for supper only after I ran out of church early. So, I suck at life completely.
I just put on a smile and act like the people you’re spending the holiday with are happy to be with you and you, them. My lovely friend, Chelsea Turner, gave me some good advice: Just avoid them or start drinking.
Today, my intended major was looked down upon by a woman who quit school at the age of 16. That made me feel like shit. Could some one please tell me why I value that opinion?

One left. I hope it’s better.

People out there, giving.
Celebration in the air.
Midnight bells are ringing,
it's snowing everywhere.
Everyone's with someone, but for you and I,
I couldn't wait for Christmas.
Now Christmas makes me cry
People are caroling, but I won't even try.
I used to sing at Christmas,
now Christmas makes me cry.
Cause everyone's with someone who they love.
Everyone's with someone who they love.
Everyone's with someone, but for you and I.
I used to laugh at Christmas.
Now Christmas makes me cry.

Just don't let go or you may drown

Don't breathe too deep

Don't think all day
Dive into work
Drive the other way
That drip of hurt
That pint of shame
Goes away
Just play the game
You're living in America
At the end of the millenium
You're living in America
Leave your conscience at the tone
And when you're living in America
At the end of the millenium
You're what you own
The filmmaker cannot see
And the songwriter cannot hear
Yet I see Mimi everywhere
Angel's voice is in my ear
Just tighten those shoulders
Just clench your jaw til you frown
Just don't let go
Or you may drown
You're living in America
At the end of the millenium
You're living in America
Where it's like the twilight zone
And when you're living in America
At the end of the millenium
You're what you own
So I own not a notion
I escape an ape content
I don't own emotion- I rent

So black to you, perhaps. So red to me.

This is what I do with my life.

More red...
And a little more red...
Blue blue blue blue
Blue blue blue blue
Even even...
Good...
Bumbum bum bumbumbum
Bumbum bum...
More red...
More blue...
More beer...
More light!
Color and light.
There's only color and light.
Aren't you proper today, miss?
Your parasol so properly cocked,
your bustle so perfectly upright.
And you sir. Your hat so black.
So black to you, perhaps.
So red to me.
Blue blue blue blue
Blue still sitting
Red that perfume
Blue all night

all our troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
Next year all our troubles will be
out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the yule-tide gay
Next year all our troubles will be
miles away
Once again as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who were dear to us
Will be near to us once more