You will always see her smiling
nothing is ever wrong
her true emotion is hiding
and she actually sings the saddest song

For everything is a struggle
a day's purpose is to find true meaning
but all that she's feeling is locked inside a shuttle
she can't find meaning if she's lost with out all true feeling

Every second, minute, and hour of the day
her lips curve to the edges of her cheeks
laughing, trying not to let the pain have it's way
she knows at any time tears will leave their streaks

every night there's crying
every day the girl is slowly dying
depression is rising
and yet, you will always see her smiling

rainstorms steep
like tea leaves in boiling water
the clouds growing fat on
electricity and water vapour until
they can no longer expand
and the fragrance explodes
amorphous and yet
harsh, driving shards of
H₂O through the warmth
of sweaters stuffed by
bodies nourished
by the rain not as
gentle as scented steam
from a cup of steeped leaves
but just as incensed

we broke promises that were never ours to make
dreamt a future that was not our own
i would have loved you and never let you go
but only because i didn't realize
you were never mine to keep
you loved me and i, you,
more than you will ever know
more than I was capable of showing
at least not then
and later, when I was
it was too late
but not really because timing is a funny thing
as the ocean tide ebbs and flows
so do people
in and out and back again
but never in the same way twice
everything for a reason
this much i have learned

have you forgotten me
or lost the path here?
i wait for you
all day, every day
but you do not appear.

when God created love he didn't help most
when God created dogs He didn't help dogs
when God created plants that was average
when God created hate we had a standard utility
when God created me He created me
when God created the monkey He was asleep
when He created the giraffe He was drunk
when He created narcotics He was high
and when He created suicide He was low

when He created you lying in bed
He knew what He was doing
He was drunk and He was high
and He created the mountians and the sea and fire at the same time

He made some mistakes
but when He created you lying in bed
He came all over His Blessed Universe.

I see the reflection I have left
paint the mirror
a deep scarlet.

The actions, no-
the crimes I've commited
have decided my fate!

I could never ask you, divinity itself,
for a peace offering,
a chance of redemption.

Slave to the flesh,
worshipper of the inane,
I kneel before you and whisper,

"I am but what you made me."