Sienna

Sienna's fair utopia

A place behind the eyes

A place I've always dreamed of

A place where no one dies

And music from your child hood

See's the memories from your past

What was it you told me

When we met December last?

Boy you mean the world to her

You have to understand

Her heart is thin and fragile

and you hold it in your hand

Each other day expecting

But it never turns to blue

All these false alarms

I'd say she's probably in love with you

They

They sell it to the children

In such a perfect way

They sell it to the children

Who don't know shit from clay

They pay to keep it digital

They pay to keep it clean

It's cheaper to make R&B

Then cultivate a scene

The money speaks the loudest

The money draws you in

And then before you know it

You don't know what your in

The past serves as a lesson

But never serves to show

They'd rather make some money

Than help the young'uns grow

Johnny

Johnny's addicted to the computer screen

It's pretty sad to see,

I try to tell him of the many places

A man his age should be

But Johnnys got himself a second life

And he never seems to tire

Too many of my generation lost

The burning and the fire

I never want to be like Johnny man

I never want to spend

My days inside with a plastic bride

And a 10 bit for a friend

Mother

I'm turning into my mother

That's all I have to say

I'm turning into my mother

Pushed everyone away

Don't think I never loved you

But as an old love used to say

I'm turning into my mother

With each and every day