Tag: Adema

Living Inside of Me

by Level

Geez…Level…before that Adema…must be sign. Only one word comes to mind. Caged. It isn’t enough to call me incompetent. It isn’t enough to demean what I work so hard for. But what is enough…you are making me intolerant. Luckily enough your cage is made of nothing more than my own resistance to change. Even luckier I am that my friends are quick enough to keep me grounded enough not to burn that little bridge you are praying I haven’t got the guts to cross.

I don’t do this anywhere nearly often enough. If you hit the Tony’s Music tag at the bottom, you notice I throw a piece of me out every once in a while when jamming out.

My fists are closing tightly
The moon is shining brightly
Well I`m pray that I’m not the only one
Gotta keep my sentimental
Side so confidential
Well I’ll save it for when all is said and done

Now I’m leaving this conversation
With a never dead conformation
That’s usually lying right before my eyes-yeah
But not to mention
I can almost see the tension
Well it’s building in the air as it starts to rise

I am – I’ll be
But I can’t control it
Cause it’s living inside of me
I am – I’ll be
But I can’t control it
It’s living inside of me

One more villian
The earth starts to crumble
A new world beings to tumble
Above ya, beside ya, beneath ya
Sometimes on a rare occasion
Gotta face my situation
When it hits me when I’m staring at the sun

I am – I’ll be
But I can’t control it
Cause it’s living inside of me
I am – I’ll be
But I can’t control it
It’s living inside of me

I said the past keeps coming
Back to haunt me but
I can’t keep running can’t
Retrace my steps and
Erase all the mistakes I made
Keep my head held high
Laugh at the sky

I am – I’ll be
But I can’t control it
Cause it’s living inside of me
I am – I’ll be
But I can’t control it
It’s living inside of me

Well I can`t control it
Well I can`t control it
Well I can`t control it
It`s living inside of me

Well I can`t control it
Well I can`t control it
Well I can`t control it
It`s living inside of me




All These Years

By Adema

” ‘One foot in front of the other.’ That’s what they tell you. You’d seriously think someone with a little ‘experience’ in loss would have something better to give in the way of coping. This just makes it seem like there is no end in sight. Suicide Friends…year four. It’s not like I’m down about it all the time…it creeps up and owns me for a few hours every once in blue moon. You mourn in your way…I’ll mourn in mine. PS – Your advice sucks.”
-Sometimes people drop the ball with the absolute best of intentions. Remember that next time someone tries to help.

One got addicted
and the other ran away
Some settled down a familiar place
One lets go of the wheel
While the other one steers
One got the money that the other put away
Some hung around when the others couldn’t stay
A few just followed their dreams while the others stood clear

After all these years
After all these years

One found religion and the other lost faith
One sold something that he never could replace
Both looked back to see if the coast was clear
One hits the bottle ’till his problems go away
The other never made it home from school that day
Sometimes I wish I could just disappear

After all these years
After all these years

It feels like some days that the sun never shines
I can’t decipher all these little thin rhymes
They’re going down in flames
They’re burning alive
I just can’t take this anymore
One look back at the past and I’m finally here
After all these years

One got addicted
And the other ran away
Some hung around when the others couldn’t stay
One let’s go of the wheel
While the other one steers
After all these years
One found religion and the other lost faith
One sold something that he never could replace
Both looked back to see if the coast was clear