I couldn’t love you.
See the dark
Sincerity in my eyes.
Red drowned my heart
You knew saving me
Would be dangerous
From the very start.
You took no caution
Refused to yield to yellow
Off on green you went
Bull headed fellow.
Don’t dwell on us
You always did think too much
Tell my memories to relax at night
Mistakes always did keep me up
I try so hard to read signals.
But what is one to do, with a Libra?
So well managed,
Loved by everyone.
Your date of birth,
dictating your ease in conversation,
Making us fight for your love
or face remaining a mere strand of hair
trying to penetrate your thick skull
to get to your heart ,
disposable without noticeable change.
How does one win the love of a Libra?
Especially one with such jet black eyes,
And comfortable nature in any environment.
I cannot measure the diameter of your pupils,
cannot read your body language.
In so many ways, the only thing
keeping me from shedding from your head
is the mere idea
that our zodiacs are perfectly matched.
Justice isn't doing the right thing.
It's just about balancing the scale,
Between right and wrong.
He killed a man,
You know what to do.
Chamber to his head click click boom.
The scale must always be,
In a mutual state.
Who ever touches the scale will meet their fate.
Eye for an eye,
Who can argue with that.
Strike for strike, kill for kill, prepare to receive your bill.
You owe us many of things,
An arm, a leg, a wife, three fingers,
And everything else you took away.
If your life doesn't pay the toll.
We will simply carry the ones,
And take them from those who you love.
This is blind justice,
For how can it care.
It is a scale,
Libra is always fair.
Maybe I'm just fucked in the head
that's why I'm never happy,
I give, they take, I get nothing in return
but a fake safety net if it all crumbles
"but I gave you that" "remember that one time.."
sure I've done a lot for them
but the scales are never balanced
once someone calls it quits
I wish I wasn't so upset by a lack of music in my ears,
I feel so alone when no one's there to dry my tears.
I'm wasting time trying to figure out what I feel,
Instead of realizing all the things I have that are real.
I've skipped all the good and jumped to the bad,
I'm a worst-case-scenario thinker that's always sad.
Questioning intentions and arguing compliments
Instead of worshipping myself and my accomplishments.
Tell me why I should have the right to complain,
Besides the fact that I'm burning alive in pain,
A mental pain that exists due to a chemical imbalance
Kind of ironic that a libra would encounter that challenge.
But nevertheless, here I am wanting to scream,
Asking God why I can't have what I dream.
Not sure why I feel so empty when I'm alone,
but when people are near, I turn hard as stone.
I'm a catch 22, a fucking hypocrite, too.
Being a happy person is hard work when you're naturally blue.
Fighting the same battles, years after years,
An internal struggle to justify all these damn tears.
But when the music is gone, it all comes to the surface,
I am an endless cliche of a girl with no purpose.
Destined to dominate,
Taming a fierce lion.
Velvet whip at the ready,
The cracks make her purr.
She is so used to being in control,
My time to take the reigns.
Give her pain and suffering,
To make the scale equal again.
She might want to win,
But she loves when I bring her to her knees.
Manipulating the monster,
That I thought controlled me.
Your sentence is simple,
Eye for an eye.
You killed me inside out,
Now it's your time to die.
Glad you did your research,
Now it's time for the test.
Will you fight me off,
Or can you truly not resist?
I have the power in this cage,
Lock me in,
So I can't engage.