The one about you.

I thought it would pass,
But it's grip was built to last,
I imagined I'd be better then this,
Yet the story uncomfortably runs astray,
Here I am thinkin' life would change and promote a new day,
The lies I'd believe in, cause my hope to be twisted and in disarray.

You are well intitled to confuse your own opinion,
I know you'll change how it really goes,
You'll say what you will even though you don't know,
Your change with this story provokes incredible frustrations.
Giving me shit for the whole night,
I didn't think I'd care too much,
After all the trouble I go to,
You've really ended this yourself.


I am intrigued to find out the reason why I always make everything into a fight,
I'm never winning
Maybe I take things too seriously sometimes.
You know,
I know I've been taken full advantage of from the emotions I felt,
I was greatly hoping that you would be feeling the same
But you had continued to play around with only yourself to blame,
My heart and emotions, you've turned into your game,
I wonder why I care?



So I do.

THE CHAIR.

WHAT DO YOU THINK IS WRONG WITH ME
WHEN YOU SEE ME IN THIS CHAIR?

DO I LOOK TO PLAY BEST PART IN IT,
OR, DO YOU THINK I'M WITHOUT CARE?

MY LIFE I'VE DISBANDED
I'VE WATCHED IT FALL TO SEE IT GROW,

I'M UNABLE TO UNDERSTAND IT,
IS THIS THE WAY TO WATCH IT GO?

I REALLY LIKE THE IDEA OF YOU,
IS IT ME, OR YOU, THAT LACKS DISCIPLINE?

YOU ABANDONED ME HERE,
BUT I ALSO LET YOU GO.

WILL YOU BE BACK, I DO NOT KNOW OR CARE
BUT HERE I REMAIN,  IN THIS DAMN CHAIR.

I did not;

I didn't have a book on my person today,
To type is much easier, lest the feel has faded away,

My creativity is starving in spite of keeping up with things not yet legal,

My life has turned into turmoil, I don't know when to eat,
My body will start to crumble and lead me towards retreat
;I am not hidden, the sun's shine will not embrace today.

Another case of self-denial, one more life down the sink,
I did not ask for help, you know everyone sees it for a joke,
My humour will be the end of me, they say.
But i'm not singing for the group,
I'm all out of key,
Defeats the purpose of doing it alone, don't you think?

Yet i'm still having fun complaining;

I DID NOT have sex by my lonesome last night, boo-ya!

GIRL POWER...BANG BANG

She'll treat you like she's got the gun,

She's got the fire to make you turn around and run.

She knows what she wants so she goes out and gets it,

All in her stride and she never regrets it!

ROLL THE DICE

BEEN DEALT A BAD STACK OF CARDS.
LIVING ON MY OWN HAS BECOME RESTRICTIVE.
SCRATCHED OUT LIFE, THAT'S MY LUCK,
PUT A HAND ON THIS PAPER, TELL ME,
DO YOU FEEL THE SAME?

YOU'LL BE A LOVER IN MY BED,
THE TRIGGER INSIDE MY HEAD.
STANDING IN THE LIGHT,
BEGGING FOR THE NIGHT.
I'VE STOOD IN HELL,
QUESTIONED BY CONVICTION, TELL ME,
DO YOU FEEL THE SAME.

LIFE IS BUT A ROLL OF THE DICE.

MORNING COMES.

And the morning arises
along with the comfort of no clothes.
A stretch of the bones
and the elongation of muscles.

The blackness has no feeling,
no matter what happens, it's never giving.
She feels embarrassed so she turns away
before the morning ends, I think she'l go out today.

I HAD A DREAM ABOUT YOU....

I had a dream about you.
I thought you were awake.
You told me things no one else has.
You bought my demons out under the command of your hypnotic spell.
How did you leave your memory with me?

It's been so long now.
Your scars bring relevance to life.
It will carry you forever.
I'm telling myself a story,
with no words that can think.
I react to find it's birth of life.