The Death of FroggyThere once was a froggy,Who lived in a boggy,Zapping up flies all around.Then one sunny dayWhen his friends came to play,They found him dead on the ground.They mused and they puzzled,And were quite befuddled,Who could do such a thing as this?Was it foul playThat ended his day?Or maybe a magical kiss?Then one friend said, "No,""But let us all go,""And gaze upon poor Froggy's head.""A kiss it can't be,""For the print that we see,""'Tis not a kiss, but a tire tread."Froggy, like a deer,Just wandered too nearThe white line that marks the highway.So the moral of this story,To stay hunky-dory,Always go under the byway.
TearsTears roll down my face as I try to tell youYou wont listen, you hear only what you wantYou can't see how I feel inside my soulYou can't here my hearts cry of sorrowI want to tell you all that I feelBut you can not comprehend what I sayEven as you try to ask what is wrongI turn away, tears rolling down my cheeksNow as I go along the road before meYou will not meet my eyes filled with tearsYou say you understand what I feelBut there is no way that you canMy emotions are mine to feel, just as yours areYou can't tell me what I feel and what I don'tYou arn't me to feel, and tears roll down my cheeksAs I think of you trying to comprehend me
The MaskThey go about not knowing meThey think they can see, what's real and what's notBut none understand me, who I really amI am an empty shell with a smiling maskThey can not see my painI keep it all locked up inside of meI put on a mask to hideAll of my lonely sorrowThey kill my soul with their wordsThey can not see through my maskMy trust in them has crumbledYet still I stay by their sideWhy can I not leave this mask behind?I leave it for a while, but soon it is back againIt is a part of me, becoming more so everydayMy mask is happy while inside I die