A Toast...Everyone has problems. Everyone needs help sometimes. Some of us, all the time. Some of us are skinny. Some of us are fat. Some of us are mexican. Some of us are french. Some of us are those that think they own the whole planet, called americans. Some of us are religious. Some of us aren't. Some of us are tall. Some of us are short. Some of us are gingers. Some of us don't have hair at all. Some of us are smart. Some of us are stupid. Some of us like country music. Some of us like rock. Some of us have a pet rock. Some of us think we're better than everyone. Some of us are too modest. Some of us are poets. Some of us are painters. Some of us
Remember the TollGive me your troubles my friendGive me your handI promise this isn't the endVisit a happy land.Give me your sorrowWhat more am I forThere's always tomorrowTo open a new doorThis is all you see me asAnd sometimes I don't mindHear my problems? No, I think you'll passThough I can only hold so much as I soon think you will find.You have your own trouble I let you hand it all to meBut it makes my pressure doubleIt's not as easy as can be.I have my own life tooAlthough someone has to do itTo be that open friend who will tell you what to doInside me it's like a fire has been litDoes anyone care about me? Rea
Save YouRemember the old days dear friend?When nobody lied, no one would pretend.The world spoke in whispers,The sun spoke in dreams.Intriguing, inspiring, encouraging.Such high thoughts looking down with a gleam.Who'd have known we'd be pushed to such different extremes.You are now the exact epitome of my hates.No more flowers or dresses, no playdates to await.You'd think I would cry, you'd think I would sob.But in the end, it's you who's lost.If I could only save you.The you you used to be.You breeze by in the hallNot a memory of me.I wish I could save you.The you you used to be. If I'd managed to hold on we could