When you’ve had enough of life
You only tend to realize
That everything and everyone
Is hiding lies behind puppy dog eyes.
So sit back,
And sift through the shit
Because the more you know
The less that you will give.
And you’ll be oh so happy
To focus on yourself.
You’ll give the world nothing,
One hundred percent less
Than you should give yourself.
Because the more
When you wake up and realize that you are by far the better person.
What do I do.
I’ve given you my all
And you had been had as a fool
Only for me to be accepting of you.
So, please tell me,
What do i, what do I do?
Living a lie,
Months on end,
Living a lie
What do I, oh what do I do?
Living another,
A person such as yourself?
Hurtful and decieptful
Yet I have nothing else.
What do i, oh what do I do?
Over the horizon
Rests the grass,
Sky and curvature.
Times like this
Bliss is a saboteur.
Little moments
And a mist in the sky
Brings lives to lament
The discourteous disquise
Directional growth,
A little too late,
We try to make the most
But tend to lose sight
Of the choice we already know
In hopes to turn wrong into right.
Never expecting
To twist or misalign.
Always infecting
The perfection in our lives.
The grass is never greener
It’s just another patch.
In which we hide demeanor
Because emotion is another lie.
A message we just give to just anyone.
I wrote this “song” 16 years ago. I had met the woman of my dreams in high school. A few months later she had moved away, far away. We kept In contact daily, we tried to forget each other but always circled back and gravitated towards each other. Until the day I drove down to rescue her from a seemingly inescapable hell. We ended up getting married and having three beautiful children. I understand that it’s poorly formatted but, it means a lot…
True love.
This is my story
Of what I’ve done wrong in the past.
This is my reality
Of all of the shit I’ve fucked up with chance.
A fucked up
Turned around
Love,
Hate,
No accomplishments song.
One not worthy
And probably way too damn long,
But it’s worth a shot…
So here it is I’ll give it all that I’ve got.
I lost the one thing I had ever loved.
She is gone now, but not up above.
I fucked up, spoke out too late.
She has left me
And now I’m in a hurtful state.
Random encounters with people that I just don’t like.
Bringing back memories of lonely, lonely nights.
There’s a hole inside of me.
It’s a true hole
But damn it didn’t have to he is deep.
This is my love,
Hate,
No accomplishments song.
It’s of my life
And everything that I’ve done wrong.
Hopefully she comes back to me
and then maybe I’d have space to breathe.
I need this song to turn my life around.
She’s the one who can steer me from crashing down.
Too late
Played hate with this loveless state.
They loved this,
To hate the faded loser.
Too jaded inside,
Too blind he realized to choose her.
That’s the one I despise,
The one that they call me.
He’s foolish,
Too stubborn to learn that she’s not “The Tease”.
The one that dies a little everyday inside.
There couldn’t be any feeling in him,
Not even lies.
I think sometimes “should I end what I got going on in my prison”?
But I find its really nothing
so I make one less decision.
Can’t even count on me so I don’t put trust in anyone.
Retrace my steps to see where things went wrong.
So I try proofreading the words in my “love song”.
I see the words of “me” and “i”,
That’s probably the problem.
Unbelievably stupid it was me.
Could I have been so dumb?
I need a little help hoping to realize what wasn’t there before.
Don’t shut me out in darkness,
Please don’t close the door.
As I glance at the moon
hanging in the air
I realize it’s beauty
and all of the problems
that we both share
it makes me wonder how
and when will this end
from the day it’s over
until we start to begin
without you life seems cold
to the point of decaying
from the lives we’ve both sold
it helps to have the ignorance
of me
of me
and you
and you
but that same moon fades away
the stars that have been tainted
it’s whats leading us astray
it would play if we had a chance
the stars that glow so pure
in the darkness high above
reminds me of past times
that you and me once shared
it helps to know the problem
and to bring it back to promise
to know if it’s still over
stirs me to compromise
could i blame this all on chance
or take it to the point of breakdown
the way we treated one another
is to revise the face we once held
without you life seems cold
to the point of decaying
from the lives we’ve both sold
it helps to have the ignorance
of me
of me
and you
and you
but that same moon fades away
the stars that have been tainted
it’s whats leading us astray
it would play if we had a chance
There was a time
Back when I could write.
I don’t mean scribbling exercises
That I’ve neglected just every night.
I used to ponder and think
It would take me years to perfect it
And to redraft just about every piece.
I feel just as much as before
Although my time winds differently.
To wait on perfection some more
Is to wait a literal infinity.
So I write what I feel
And if need be I’ll edit later
Because time isn’t mine to steal
And life isn’t times creator.
A rush of anticipation.
Excitement pricks my finger tips.
A state of contradiction
Fluttering deep within my abyss.
This stomach aches,
It quakes while tasting living flesh.
I haven’t eaten, for quite some time
So the ridiculous notions
Of death tends to cross my mind.
No one other than what I say is mine.
I will take what I want because
I deserve the best, now till the end of time.
Say your goodbyes so that I don’t have to say mine.
Eliminate the thought of change as it tries to escape from inside.
Notice the look, the sadness that I hold, because living a lie is the life that I know.
Circumstances from all of these actions grow a winter inside our souls.
Despite the attempts and all my contempt you’re still the love that I hold.
I do this for me and no one else.
As selfish as that sounds, it’s the truth.
Born alone, die alone,
I know that it sounds cliche
But truer words have never been spoken,
Unless you’re living your life on replay.
The point of the matter is
That you cannot make another happy
Unless you know your own prerogative
You will only bring down the ones you love, imitating the law of gravity.
You are not special.
You are just like every other person, every other soul mate.
You, are not unique.
Even your fingerprint could be a duplicate.
