Dear Mr. President

You know, I never cared about Pink. The artist or the color for that matter. But after hearing Pink's new album - and specifically the track "Dear Mr. President" performed with the Indigo Girls, I have an all new appreciation and respect for her.

The song brings tears to my eyes. It's melody is beautiful and it's lyrics genius:

Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye

Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you

everybody run
the homecoming queen's got a gun

Sometimes the Puppets Say It Best...

There's a fine, fine line
between a lover and a friend;
There's a fine, fine line
between reality and pretend;
And you never know 'til you reach the top
if it was worth the uphill climb.
There's a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of time.

There's a fine, fine line
between a fairy tale and a lie;
And there's a fine, fine line
between "You're wonderful" and "Goodbye."
I guess if someone doesn't love you back
it isn't such a crime,
But there's a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of your time.

And I don't have the time to waste on you anymore.
I don't think that you even know what you're looking for.
For my own sanity, I've got to close the door
And walk away...

There's a fine, fine line
between together
and not
And there's a fine, fine line
between what you wanted
and what you got.

You gotta go after the things you want
while you're still in your prime...
There's a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of time.

the hurting today

i find myself hurting today
a heart punch-drunk
with gravel in the stomach
and eyes holding back

on the edge of over
or forever
or over forever
where will these emotions take me?

like a fucking sick pill
that i take over and over
despite the burning
neglecting myself for another
allowing myself
to be crushed

this ridiculous love
is that what it is
or is it from a loss of self
a hole aching to be filled
or simply
a hole aching to be filled

it's an ugly place
that i find myself in
prickly with discomfort
yet drawing me nearer
while being pushed away

what the fuck is wrong with me
to allow myself to be taken in
this way
if i don't care about me
how can i care
about anyone else