pwb0581- caution

Why is there no warning
For the dangerous risks in life we take
It definitely seems to me
The next move I make
Can be a fatal one

There should be signs
Warnings to alert us when we F up
There should be signs
Telling us where to and not go
There are so many paths
Which one do I take

There is no warning
Life is a game we bet on everyday
It definitely seems to me
The next move I make
Could be a fatal one

Caution!
There are dangerous curves
Switches and swerves
Caution!
You are on dead man's curve
So you better take it slow

Pwb0581- meant to be by Paul bundren

This feels so strange
Why do I feel this way
Why must it be the way it is
I am attached to you
I have feelings for you
But I don't know if it is right
So I back away
I feel confused
Is it right or wrong
Is it meant to be
Or just a phoney
I just don't know

I feel all alone
There is no one at all
That I think I can talk to
I don't know what is true
Between me and you
Meant to be

I hope that you know
That I'll never let you go
No matter how it really goes
But I have to know one thing
How do you feel about me
I feel insecure
So I stay in the closet
Cuz I'm scared and paranoid
I don't know how to trust
To me I don't know
What is meant to be

Pwb0581- unspoken by Paul bundren

I guess that we can be friends
I guess we could meet again
I guess we can sit down and talk
Maybe you might understand
If I gave you a chance

But all of this time wasted
As it flies on by
The words have been forgotten
And all this left unmentioned
All this unspoken
It will never get said at all

How funny it is sometimes
The best things get left unsaid
How funny it is sometimes
That on my own
I let you slip on by

Pwb0581- on my own by paul bundren

I stare down these dark streets
How cold is gets sometimes
I feel like I am getting weak
I feel like I'd rather die

I'm alone
And there is no one here
I think I'll stand here til someone walks by
Cuz I need a friend
Someone to reply

When times get so rough
And it feels like you can't get by
When you can't make ends meet
This is where I feel defeat

Pwb0581- nowhere by paul bundren

It is hard to say things right
Every night there is a fight
We can't work it out
We are worn out
Thrown out of our hearts desire
Dreams shattered
Our brains are scattered
Our lives are served on a silver platter
Promises broken
Lives are shoken
What is said is spoken
Now we can't go back
We're going nowhere now
This is so messed up
Why do we live this way
Why do we have to hurt each other
Can we love eachother