****.
You're already here and I need more time
Time, time
Time to write a very good alibi

Why?
Because you'd more than *****
Up the truth, if you heard it

Baby!

The pet name that you called me years ago
Now it's what I call the ugly thing in my belly

Ohh...
Every single pair of eyes linger on my face now
My face, my body, my name
And now you are here way too early
Or maybe too late

Yes.
I know you never knew the truth
I know I never told you
Perhaps I believed I was bullet proof
Or really I just didn't want to cause you hassle

No.
I don't hate or blame or want to **** you
I just don't want you here
You make it hard for me to dissapear
You also make it hard for me to fool myself

Empty.
The bottle, the threats, the excuses
And the supply of fluids that we used
To support my tears

What?
Don't ask me what we are doing
The last time I checked it was "I" not "We"
And my face wasn't pretty
It was *****

****.
You're actually here and you're actually not going
It looks like you really want answers
Answers of the substantial kind
I'd better brew a kettle of peppermint tea

I pondered the thought of insanity
Taking the time to weigh it all up
Feeling the pressure of all consequence
Should I slip up

I began to sift through old recordings
Stashed away in the hope of amnesia
I dusted them off, anticipating
But ready to begin

For in those broken hours formed a lady
Designed by an autistic artist
Those flaws seemed so beautifully *****
Bringing flowers and gifts to her room

I recognised her face in the photograph
Much more dusty than ever before
For the life of me I could not remember her name
She was gorgeous

I endeavoured to find out her meaning
Her purpose, her lifestyle, her goals
In reality, she never knew me
Oh, but I knew her!

Scratching below layer upon layer
Stumbling numb towards truth
Wanting so much, all those flowers
And gifts in her room

For in those broken hours formed a lady
A woman romantically perfumed
Weaving in and out of insanity
Yet, always in truth

The universe is crazy and I am in love with her
She has the kind of beauty that comes in with the rain

I cannot comprehend death
I cannot comprehend ending
Maybe because we never really end at all

People are so crazy
We just don't make sense
We lie and cheat and steal and ******
Yet we still have this mysterious innocence

I don't even know if things like "good" and "bad" exist
I do know that most of us are trying our best

The universe is crazy and I am in in love with her
She has the kind of beauty that is truly insane

I get scared of death

So I decided to write it down

So maybe I could move on

Bold and brave and strong



I can't comprehend death

It's too hard to understand

The unknown is like the dark

A primal fear to man



So here I mention death

Put it in front of the mirror

Hold it up to the light

So we can see it a little clearer



Maybe death is just like life

Perhaps just another version

Maybe it's a circle instead of a line

Maybe it doesn't even matter



I get scared of death

So I decided to write it down

And now I'm moving on

Bold and brave and strong