Why is it that you don't understand, just how much I want to be your man.
You play this game with my head, But I don't understand what is wrong.
The things you said, I guess they just didn't belong. What's the point with leading me on?
You like to rub in all these guys, can you see what's in my eyes?
What are you doing, what is wrong? What makes it so I don't belong?
Perhaps it's not worth it, perhaps they are right.
But, what ever. I'm not gonna fight.
Every single word you try to figure it out,
You think they are quite difficult code that you need to settle them,
Do you try to complete them by using your kindness of heart?
You just know nothing,
You think it was just a simple word,
You won't find out the meaning,
Because you know nothing.
Best friend, though we haven't really know each other for that long we know one another so well.
We walk together through this high-school of hell.
You're a bitch, and I'm a dick.
But at the same time it just makes us click.
Go fuck yourself you weirdo, but know, I'm always your ho.
Our love is real
just a little bit less
than the reality
of my life
Yes, think back and put yourself in your mother shoes.
Yes, of both parents, she's the best advocate.
And the main one to say, of all the things I do for you.
And this, is how you treat me?
Just wait, until you have your own
Yes, think back.
Truly think back about ALL the things your mom has done for you.
When you cry?
Who the comforter of calm expression.
When you scrape your knee?
Who's the nurse trying to heal you.
Truly, when it comes to their child there's nothing our mom won't do.
They deserving of all the love.
They deserving of so much more.
To those that have had bad experiences with their mother.
Remind yourself that within your heart you still love them.
There's a highly good chance they taught you read more.
They truly support the kids more.
Dad, brags a little too.
But not the way mothers do.
Who has photos to embarrass you as a child?
Quickly to pull them out and show them around.
Yes, it's mom.
We hear ministers preach about Jesus.
And as much as he has the quality of God.
He also has the personality of his mother Mary.
Yes, think back.
Of the sweet and nice lady that loves to bring up marriage
Welcome other children's with an opening HEART.
Yes, it's mom.
The first lady we will ever love.
I don't need it
I don't need to
I'm grinning ear to ear
While she doesn't have a clue
That I need the cut
I need that slice
I am happy, I promise
but happy comes with a price
I'm craving the metal
Pressing into my skin
The cool of steel
The endorphins that win
I resist the urge
Just for one and one alone
Please don't leave me tonight
Or I'll dig to the bone
This girl I know
She's afraid to love
And to be loved
But she can't be alone
She cries into her pillow
Wishing some one
Would love her
She craves what she fears most
I see this girl every day
Fall out of bed
Alive but not living like she could be
Because of past trial and errors
Her heart is torn up
And shriveled dry
Like a desert before the sky cries
And she looks at this boy
With a love and passion
Stronger than fear
She just wants to love
And be loved
She desperately clings to the hope
That her demons will fly away
She wants him to water her heart
Clear out the tumble weeds
And make permanent residence
Where it matters most
And this girl stares back at me
With deep gray blue eyes
And her freckles litter her face
The girls lips full and round
The girl tells me I am pretty too
Even though I know I'm not
Because reflections are deceiving
Not even I can comfort myself
You ever wake up in the middle of the night real thirsty, and so you go downstairs, or across the house, or whatever, to get somethin' to drink. When you get there you know you don't want water, cause water's got no flavor, but you don't have any juice, and its too late f'r tea or coffee. And you damn sure ain't got any of that bitchmade caffeine free herbal shit either, so you're just left with water, so you drink it even if you don't wantu. Then you start feelin' real upset and dissatisfied what with the fact that you just had to drink water, but then you start to feel bad about feeling bad about "only" havin' water, what on account of all them little starvin' children and whatnot, so you decide to drink a whole nother glass just out of spite towards the little bastards who made you feel that way, determined as hell be grateful as shit this time, but it still don't work. Don't work at all. So you just go upstairs, or across the hall, or the house or whatever, all bloated from like forty ounces of lukewarm tap water and you just lay down all bloated and dissatisfied and sad and questioning the meaning of your terribly mediocre existence. Then you start to feel really down, and questioning like the meaning of things that don't need to be questioned and all. 'En by the time it's gettin' round to like 5 in the morning you realize none of this would have happened if you at least had juice. Hell even koolaid, but it's to late now and you're still all bloated and sad and you just fall asleep cursin' juice and all the fuckin' different kinds of fruit that make it, and made you feel this way, what on account of the transitive property. Ya well, what I'm trying to say here is, fuck fruit, its the reason I'm so Go'damn unhappy.
I thought I'd write you a poem,
but my words are escaping my lips before I understand them.
Just like in this waking dream I know, that I remember;
they eluded me, then, too.
But I still find myself alive from the music of the words I do not know
and the music you showed me.
It plays in my head, round and round
like the musical box I hear from a ghost in the night.
And I hope you know that it was my favorite song
because it didn't have a sound, it came from the heart;
and I hope you heard the silent song I played for you,
the one that came from mine-
even if it didn't match my dance.
Slipping deeper into
The hole, where I told
Myself I would never go again
Chasing the rabbit
To this Wonderland
Trying to find my way back
While Wonderland is scary
And Wonderland can be unkind
It's more gentle than the reality up top
In my Wonderland
I can do what I wish
I can show my scars without fear
Because up top, in their
Reality, my scars are taboo
I cannot show the skin
I don't think I'd want to
Because people stare and point
And then you're left all alone
But in Wonderland you're
Never alone but surrounded
By people just like you
There its okay to talk to yourself
Slit up and slip up
Mistakes are welcomed
Wonderland is a place I long for
But instead I'm stuck here in reality
Down in my wold basement
I told myself I wouldn't go back
Down the rabbit hole
But I might have to break that promise