Hard to Handle

Sometimes I have a bad temper,
and an attitude to match.
Sometimes I get moody
and I seem a little detached.
Sometimes I just want to cry
because I get so overwhelmed,
and I always need to be reassured,
to be loved, to be held.

Sometimes I get bossy
when things don't go my way.
Sometimes I can be a diva
when I've had a long, tough day.
Sometimes I get too motherly
with the people I care about the most-
and I get so mad when people hurt
the ones I hold so close.

So don't tell me you love me
if I'm too much for you to handle.
Don't tell me you love me
if your love flickers out like a candle.
Don't tell me you love me
if your love casually comes and goes.
I'm hard to love but I'm worth it-
and I need a love that grows.

Sometimes I get bitchy
when my hormones are out of whack.
Sometimes I whine like a child
when I've done something to hurt my back.
Sometimes I get disappointed
because my life isn't what I thought it'd be,
and I need my man to lift me up
when I'm not at the best that I can be.

Sometimes I get a little too wild
when I go party with my friends.
Sometimes I stay out too late
and you'll wonder where I've been.
Sometimes I act too young for my age
but I see no good reason to grow old.
And I need someone to run wild with me,
that will never let our fire go cold.

So don't tell me you love me
when you see that I'm a little rough.
Don't tell me you love me
and then decide you're not man enough.
Don't tell me you love me
if you can't handle me at my worst.
I'm hard to love but I'm worth it,
and I'm sick of getting hurt.

Sometimes I get so bored with life
and my gypsy side wants to run.
Sometimes I long for the family life,
to grow roots with a special someone.
Sometimes I feel so hopeless
because I get a little lost in my own mind.
Sometimes I can't see the bright side
because my faith has gone blind.

Sometimes I dream of getting married again,
and having children of my own.
Sometimes I long for the American dream-
the white picket fence, the home.
Sometimes I lose sight of it all
and want to stay in bed for days.
I'll hate my jobs and the town I'm in
and walk around in a haze.

So don't tell me you love me
if you think I've become a burden.
Don't tell me you love me
if you just add to my hurtin'.
Don't tell me you love me
if it's just a downright lie,
I'm hard to love but I'm worth it
and need a man that won't make me cry.

If You're Not Pissed Off

© Meesa Caudill


Well I hate to admit but I'm getting scared
every time I see the news.
Can't go to school, ride a bus,or watch a movie
without someone shooting at you.
And now the politicians and brainwashed sheeple
are trying to take away our guns.
They don't want us fighting back,
and they know Americans are too fat to run.
With every click of the internet
and on the daily news
we get fed a bunch of bull
and twisted, tainted views.
It's really starting to piss me off
that they want to control me and you.

Land of the free is what we've been told-
free to speak, worship, & get a piece of the pie.
But we can't speak, no praying in public,
it's all a bunch of lies.
Now we're all broke, we're stressed out and scared-
we're a country full of tension.
If you're not pissed off enough to want a change
then you're not paying enough attention!

Political plans no one understands,
a president famous because of his race.
Lost jobs, lost freedoms, no money, no hope-
we've become such a disgrace.
As a whole we just sit back and watch-
"it's ok as long as it's not happening to me."
We're so desensitized and immune
to the things going on across the street.
Start paying attention or one day you'll wake
to the government living in your home.
Taking away our basic rights,
making you bow to a throne.

Land of the free is what we've been told-
free to speak, worship, & get a piece of the pie.
But we can't speak, no praying in public,
it's all a bunch of lies.
Now we're all broke, we're stressed out and scared-
we're a country full of tension.
If you're not pissed off enough to want a change
then you're not paying enough attention!

Our soldiers are dying every day,
their last breaths taken on foreign soil.
Is it really a war against terrorism?
Or are they dying because of oil?
It's been happening now for so long
it seems most Americans have forgotten
about our men and women sacrificed
and flown home in flag draped coffins.
The ones who've survived are damaged
on the inside, out, or both.
They get lost in the cracks of the system
because they took that oath.
"Support and defend the Constitution of the United States
against all enemies, foreign and domestic."
It's starting to look like they need to fight
our government that thinks they're majestic.

Land of the free is what we've been told-
free to speak, worship, & get a piece of the pie.
But we can't speak, no praying in public,
it's all a bunch of lies.
Now we're all broke, we're stressed out and scared-
we're a country full of tension.
If you're not pissed off enough to want a change
then you're not paying enough attention!

Liar, Liar

Liar, Liar
© Meesa Caudill


Liar, liar
your tongue's on fire
from telling all those fibs.
Liar, liar
you're such a crier
when I find out what you did.

"Baby, please believe me!" you say
as the lies roll off your tongue.
You carry the burden of all your stories,
I bet they weigh a ton!
Go find someone to believe your bull
and the venom that you spew.
There's no emotion left in my heart,
no more trust for you.

Liar, liar
your tongue's on fire
from telling all those fibs.
Liar, liar
you're such a crier
when I find out what you did.

You tell me that she's just a friend
so why are her pictures in your phone?
I don't need a liar in my life...
I'm better off alone.
She calls you on the weekend
late at night when we're apart.
You tell me she means nothing to you
but I know better in my heart.
So take your lies, and go to her-
maybe she'll believe your stories are true.
But as for me, I'm done with the drama,
and I'm done with you.

Nothin'

Nothin'
© Meesa Caudill


He says he's workin' late tonight,
don't bother waiting up...
walks in the door at 3 am,
smelling like the club.
But smoke and bourbon can't hide the smell
of perfume on his shirt,
Pretending to sleep, holding back tears,
she lets anger replace the hurt.
Next morning as she cooks breakfast
he reads the paper to relax.
He sees the look on her face, guilt eats him away,
"What's wrong?" he start to ask.
She just smiles and says,
"Nothin'."

But "Nothin'" means somethin'
when there's fire in her eyes.
She can smile and say "nothin'"
but she sees through your lies.
Don't think she's naive when
she hides behind the disguise
of
"nothin'".

He's still "at work" at midnight
and she knows it'll be hours before he's home.
She's out on the town with her best friends...
it's her turn to roam.
Tall, dark, and handsome is standing by the bar,
and he keeps looking her way...
some flirty conversation and a few drinks later
she decides to play.
She's cozy in bed by the time he gets home,
now the guilt kicks in for her.
Pretending she's asleep, she can't hold back the tears,
and she can't hide the hurt.
He kisses her gently on the cheek
as he climbs into bed.
As she kisses him back he can barely see her face,
wet from the tears she's shed.
He's afraid to hear the painful answer
to what he's known all along
wrapping his arms around her,
again he ask's "What's wrong?"
She just smiles and says,
"Nothin'."

But "Nothin'" means somethin'
when there's guilt in her eyes.
She can smile and say "nothin'"
but she tells her own lies.
Don't think she's innocent when
she hides behind the disguise
of
"nothin'".

What You Said

You said there was "just something" about me
your friends said the same thing, too...
you said there was something in the way I walked,
something about the way I looked at you.

You said that things were almost over-
you said you were done with her...
you said you had never played around-
because of that "something", I was the first.

You said you two lived towns apart,
you said things with her would be over soon.
You said you didn't get to see her much...
all of those words were spoken in June.

You said that you felt horrible,
you said you had never been the cheating kind.
You said you knew that you were wrong-
convinced me that you really were a decent guy.

You said that you really loved her,
you said you weren't sure why you turned to me.
You said you enjoyed our time together...
"great conversation and good company".
 
You said you could make me fall in love with you,
you said doing that would be easy.
You said things that made me laugh, made me think-
and everything you said I believed.

You said things were finally over between you,
you said things that got into my head.
I should have listened to my gut and my heart-
and not to the bullshit YOU said.