Regrets?

thoughts fly through my mind
regrets fill up to the brim
but my glass is half empty
and half full with sin

i can't take it
it's building up
i want to say i'm sorry
but the guilt is filling up inside
i can't breathe
i need to say it out loud
i want to tell you
that i don't love you to
but i don't want to break you

i've already been there
just like you
i can't take this regret
i can't hold it in anymore
you'll find someone new
who is into you
i just wasn't for you
but to me you're old news

i wanted to tell you
face to face
but i couldn't bear to
see the look on your face
when i spoke
i'm sorry

but i can't take it anymore
i can't think of that day
with out thinking i betrayed myself
i look down on myself now
and say wow...

some people may have regrets
and i have alot of them as well
and this one thing
this one little thing
had been added to that list
..
-Becca

Dumb

i feel so dumb,
because i actually believed what you said...
i don't know why,
i thought this was different,
i guess i thought wrong...
i'm always falling for the wrong ones...

i didn't look before i fell
and now I'm left with a shattered heart
from the fall into the deep
dark blue thoughts which are my mind,
my soul, and my heart.

you said i captivated you
and said you wanted something new
something you could hold on to
i fell deep, i fell hard
and the worst part
is you weren't there to catch me

you say you still do
but you're confused
i understand
but i'm so mad at myself

i know better than to get close to someone
because in the end they end up
leaving or breaking me in two
i'm so mad at my self
for believing in you
am i that dumb ?

i feel bad for saying this
but i can only get it out this way
but music says the words
we are afraid to say out loud...
<3
-Becca

Becca's

it's late at night
and she's walking by your side
her hand in yours
arms wrapped around her waist
never let her go
oh no, never let her, never let her
never let her go
hold her tight
when it's cold outside
kiss her cheek
when she is falling asleep
on your shoulder
walk with her on the beach
she's the one, she's the one
you think about so much
you can't even sleep
at night, unless you hear her voice
never let her go
oh no, never let her, never let her
never let her go
can't you see
her eyes are only seeing you
when she is quiet
a million things are running through her mind
and when she lays her head on your chest
she is wishing hard
that you were hers
forever
she stares at you
wondering what she could do
to keep you
hers forever
she never wants you to
never wants you to let
her go, because
she is in love
for the first time
ooooh
and tonight
remember this
always kiss her
and hold her tight
and never say goodbye
say "i love you baby
your my one and only
please don't go
just stay with me tonight
because im never gonna let you go
oh no, never let you go"
<3
-Becca Camp

Twas The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas,
and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,
not even a mouse.
Except for my son Billy's pet mouse named Chris.
I'm not really sure where I'm going with this.

Anyway, my wife in her kerchief and I in my cap,
Were asleep after a long day of Christmassy crap.
When then, from the chimney, there arose quite a clamour,
"There's someone in the house" my frightened wife stammered.
I reached for the bedside, grabbed my handgun and said,
"This trespasser's getting an ass full of lead"

I crept down the stairway, and slid down the hall,
And handgun in hand, I peered 'round the wall.
The burglar wore red, and stood fat and stout,
With a large burlap sack, to hold jewelry no doubt.
Who this guy was, I just couldn't place,
For a bushy white beard covered most of his face.

Now, I'm not a bad person, I think you'd agree,
But you just don't break into a man's house, you see.
"Hey you" I said, as he spun 'round with a twitch,
"Merry Christmas, you son of a bitch!"
I fired a shot as he dove to the floor.
Through a flurry of tinsel, I fired twice more.

"Please stop!" he yelled loudly, "You don't understand"
"Stay away from my family, you disgusting old man"
With his finger on his nose, he lept with a burst,
And dashed for the fireplace, but I got there first.
I pushed the muzzle into his beard white as snow,
When suddenly a small voice behind me cried "No!"

I turned 'round and saw it was Billy, my son.
With his pet mouse in hand, he said "Put down the gun.
What are you doing? Don't you know who that is?Couldn't you tell by that red hat of his?
That's Santa Claus, dad. It's jolly Saint Nick.Now put down the gun. Come on, don't be a dick."
Billy was right, this old man meant no harm.
I holstered my gun, as he outstretched his arm.

In a flash he took the gun right out of its holder,
And fired a shot into my left shoulder.
"Goddamnit!" I cried as I fell to the floor,
While the burglar made haste toward the jewelry drawer.

"I feel kind of bad" he said, filling his sack,
"But you believe in Santa, so cut me some slack.
Maybe next time someone breaks into your house,
You won't listen to some six year old kid with a mouse."
Then he yelled, as he ran off with my bigscreen TV,
"Merry Christmas to all. Well, maybe to me!"

The Richard Nixon Song

who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
ri-chard nix-on

corrupt incompetent and impeached is he
ri-chard nix-on

if political scandal be something you wish...
then drop to the floor and cry out with anguish!

ri-chard nix-on
ri-chard nix-on
riiiiii-chaaaaaaaaaaaaard niiiiiiiiiix-ooooooon!!!
ri-chaaaaaaaaaaaaard nix-oooooooooon!!!

da da da da da,
da da, da da!
dun dun!