I go over
To your house
And every time
You fall asleep
Maybe it’s me
You’re always waiting
For me to show up
And I’m always watching you sleep
I go over
To your house
And every time
You fall asleep
Maybe it’s me
You’re always waiting
For me to show up
And I’m always watching you sleep
murderer
sickness
I am sick
but you are cancer
you think you have the answer
to everything
which you do not know
even though
you know me better than most
here’s a toast
to you
and your ability to kill
at will
and still
think you’re right
even when you’ve lost sight
blind as a bat
scaredy cat
with your proverbiale claws out
but worse
cause you curse
everyone you love
in your “passive aggressive
fucked up
fuck you ”
kind of way
that ain’t kind at all
do you get off on watching others
that you think are guilty- fall?
and let me pose another question
for you
that i know you’ll never answer
cause you’re too busy building up your stupid wall
is there a slight chance
just maybe
quite possibly…
you could be wrong at all?
ha
NEVER! NOT YOU!
stand by your convictions
fight to be right
just to be right
can’t even acknowledge left
or that you could be wrong
same old story
same old UGLY SAD PATHETIC song
spread your ill
and kill
the ones who ever loved you
OFF
SO YOU CAN SAY
IN YOUR FUCKED UP HEAD
“at least i’m right”

I’m lonely
Without you
I wanna see your face
I don’t want to wait
Until the next life
For us to get it right

kiss kiss kiss
3 day of this
and I miss miss miss
you
but you have been somewhere else
far from me
far from you
far from here
for quite some time
every time I call you near
I’ve been talking to fear
you’ll save yourself at any cost
save yourself first at any cost
even if it means being lost
I’m lost
I call you near
in a trance
in a sleep dance
I call you near
but you never hear
even if you do
you’re not here

What’s the point
I know what it is but why does it have to be so difficult?
Put me in the Box
I used to call home
I feel sick when you do
I feel even worse without you
Push and pull
Yes and no
Come and go
All fucking day
One fight
Shouldn’t ruin what’s been right
Even though what’s wrong
Is bullshit annoying.
I go outside
And stare at the Brick wall
In my back yard
It’s missing a brick
The air feels cool
But the tension stays thick
I just want you to be happy
Can I be happy too?
Yes.
I can.
You cared about me
Only when it served you
And now you do
Exactly what you always do
Nothing
New
Nothing at all
I’m the one
to break your fall?
When all you do
Is hide behind
Your stupid wall
After you start shit
And just quit
What a waste
Of everything
I gave
You did everything
(To destroy)
And left me nothing
Good at all
You need professional fucking help
























































the years go by
so fast
warp speed
did I need…
all the crazy
all the bullshit???
I don’t understand
how so many years
have passed
in a flash of light
in the beat of a heart
sometimes I just want to go back
to back to the start
just yesterday
I was there
now I’m here
aged in the
age of lament
with all those years
and days
and moments
spent
with all the people
and places
and things
that went
along
now gone
time
the bittersweet
heartbreaker
what’s it all about
to be with
only then to be left without
it’s kind of a cruel joke
we are born
just to croak
all the pain and all the joy
we will never be here again
not like this
not this moment
not ever again
let the love in
let the bullshit go
you will miss this
you will miss
I miss it
more than you will ever know

burnt my two fingers
Burnt
Two fingers
Dry lips
Make Papers stick
As fingers slide down
I ash all over myself
So not myself .
Or maybe this is really
Who I am.
God damn
Albatross
Knuckle under
Kneel over
Found myself down
Seems like a lot has
kicked me around
To the ground
Where I’ve already been
But now
The difference is
I don’t care
To speak up
To say how I feel
To any of you
Who fake being real
What good does it do
If people aren’t true
It doesn’t.
Another night locked up
In a bathroom
In a cell
In this self created hell
Alone
And not feeling so well
Alone
But Not feeling all that bad
Actually feeling somewhat glad
Water from the faucet
Water down the drain
I’m done with you
I’m done with pane (yes I spelled that right)
Want to start a fight
No thanks
The hour is getting late
Not worth the wait
Take one for the road
and I also took off
This heavy load
Without a voice
But that is by choice
My choice
Is now
To rejoice
In putting an end
to every useless fairweather friend
I didn’t want or ever need
I’ve already started planting new seeds
Of change
And I am happier right now
than I have ever been.
Time to allow
Only the best things in

Self split
Can never quite put
My finger on it
But something is there
To make me aware
Of tiny shifts
Of attitude and you
And it’s making me blue
It’s better not to care
Because everyone else doesn’t really seem to anymore
If they ever even did
It’s making me blue
That all I ever was to you (the only one)
Was nothing
Without you
I feel nothing
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