At the beginning you meet your friends,
In the end, they all lie.
At the beginning you meet your family,
In the end, they all die.
At the beginning you had a dream,
In the end, it's called delusions, or yet that's how it would seem.
At the beginning you had a purpose, you had chores,
In the end, it never ment a thing, it was without a cause.
Life goes on,
But unfortunately we all must know about the beginnings before the end.

Deeper and deeper
down I go,
Steeper and steeper
goes the flow.
I see a light,
It's dark,
Darker than night,
It just goes and goes,
No ending in sight.
-Can this be my soul?
Without life, without regret, without a goal?
I don't believe in having sympathy,
I don't believe in remorse,
I had the darkness coming,
I have a heart as cold as ice,
Never again for me to be nice.
I dream about him,
I dream about her,
I dream about family,
I dream about friends,
But no matter what I do,
At some point it all ends.

People always say they say so,
People always say they won't approve,
People always say they don't give a ****,
People always say they mean the world.

Who the hell are they?
Who the hell are the people?

Maybe it's the cool kids?
Maybe it's they wise fossils?
Maybe it's the social media?
Maybe it's the parents
Or the older siblings?

Why not call them by their names?
Why not call them by their statuses?
- The fossils, cool kids, siblings, parents, social media?

Why listen to them,
When you've got your own voice?
Why listen to them,
When you know you've got your own choice?
Why listen to them,
If you know the right from the wrong?
Why listen to them,
If you know you can say something better?

Why listen to them?
They make it all up as they go along,
Why can't you?
They heard it from someone else,
Don't be the third person to follow a mistake.
- And please no, don't listen to your heart,
You'll get blood all over you.
Think logically,
That's why you got a brain!

Yesterday,
Today,
Tomorrow.
Seconds, minutes,
Even hours.
Days, weeks,
Even monthes.
Years, decades,
Even light years.
All in time,
All from now.
It belongs to me,
It belongs to you.
It's here, it's there,
Lord knows, it's everywhere.
Today it's called love,
Tomorrow it'll be called effection,
Years from now it will be just another feeling.
But for me,
It's a connection.
To you, to others,
But mainly,
To God.

Friends are real,
Friends are true,
I would love to call you a friend,
But that's not the real you.
Friends are loving,
They always care,
You can say they are like a part of you,
'Cause their always there.
They'd rather die than to lie,
They'd rather say everything than say nothing.
Friends are real,
Friends are true,
I can call everybody else my friend,
But sure as hell not you.

I want to feel pain,
I want to feel love
I want to feel freedom
And i want to feel needed.
I want to feel joy
I want to feel hurt and just
The emotion of depression.
I want to love someone as hard as i can,
It must hurt for them as it hurts me to
Tell them i love them.
I want to feel the kisses in my neck,
The hands on my body,
The voice in my ears
And his breath against my soul.
I want to do to other people
That has been done to me.
I want to yell at them,
Curse their names,
Through it around like a piece of dental floss
After it's been used.
I want to stab them in the back,
Talk behind their backs like they did behind mine.
I want to feel the joy of knowing
That they are being hurt,
Just as they felt the joy of knowing
While they hurt me,
I started to stumble and fall and lose my way.
Because of them, i am who i am.
I'm broken because of them.

I loved you strong, with all the recklessness I possessed,
Yearned to share with you all I had to confess.
Believed it would be palliated in your pristine hands,
Watched it slip through your fingers like worthless sands.
Enamoured and imprudent, I jumped right in,
Unaware your depths were too shallow to swim.
Naïveté; my judgement had faltered,
All of my worth lay bare, and you resigned, unaltered.
Gave everything I knew with nothing left in reserve
Long forgotten it was me I should serve.

It was a hope laced channel for all the healing I desired
but you were inept at radiating the compassion required.
No understanding for this fragile task in proposition,
A rare gift to be cherished that you gave no recognition.
And there was too much exposed for you to forsake,
Too much that wasn’t earned; my calamitous mistake.
For these blood stained bones you lacked the tools to unearth,
You were never the answer to my rebirth.
Gravely inexperienced for this feat,
Your heart was too sheltered
and your mind too weak.

I gave you completely this intimate token,
But you failed to see how I was broken.