It must be nice to sit on that thrown.
Looking down, striking innocent civilians like a missile happy drone.

Armed with hurtful statements, blindly firing accusations, based on evidence that you claim to be common sense, seemingly Heaven sent.

Reliance on misconceptions derived from your own blind biased cognizance is pure bliss.... ignorance.

It must be nice to not miss, all that you have missed in life, such as avoiding relationships, mistakes and hardships that life forces you to take, regardless of whether or not you have the confidence in yourself to know you can actually make ... it.

**** ... it must be nice to finally sit up off of that throne and fly so ******* high like the most expensive drone your precious money can buy, to look down at everyone with a big *** frown that you have won from spending the last 22 years of your life having "fun" pretending to understand the meaning of strife by watching computer screens and playing games with virtual reality teams.

"**** boys and ***** girls"... coming from a mouth that hasn't yet lived in the real world. No wonder you make everyone secretly hurl.
You're wrong, they are just people so stop looking at life through a ******* self righteous peep hole.

It must be nice to shoot accusations with minimal to no contemplation, while avoiding any due diligence by never seeking out deeper intuitive evidence that could contribute to smarter conceptualization before sentencing your victims to passive damnation.

You! are what is wrong with this **** nation. Lack of perspective is what plagues the evolution of our creation.

It is time that this was mentioned.
The ability to empathize has been under deconstruction and detention of the proper correction is the root cause for all of this ******* tension.

Lack of perspective, my friends, will be our greatest downfall.
So please, I implore you all, not to be like the Indian prince who merely thinks he knows how to judge other people's innocence.

My heart beats for you still
I'm afraid it always will
It drifts somewhere on the sea
Somewhere far away, even from me
I guess I will always love you, even from afar
Because my heart beats for you, somewhere, floating... In a glass jar.

I was there for you when you were a mess,

I held your hand and pushed you up while you were sinking in quick sand and failing the test that your body was giving you while your mind was under house arrest.

I was there for you, when your father tried to commit suicide... both times, side by side we lied waiting for the cries and tears to stop, drop and roll from the ignited fire exploding in your eyes because once again, victimized! Both you and your family, from your fathers lies about not visiting the ******* inside of some other woman's thighs... again.

I was there for you when your dog died, when you thought that pain would never subside.

I was there for you, even when you didn't want me to, when you thought the path I suggested for you was impossible to pursue even though I always ******* knew you could do it too, I just wanted our love to be true but you... you couldn't see what I knew.

When I got depressed, where the **** were you?

It's funny, after all these years, I was only there for you, and I was never there for me, and now I'm the last person you ever want to see.

So as you know,  I gave her my heart, as all generic stories go.
But Where does an unwanted heart go though?
does anyone know?
We can't sell it... so do you just break it? throw it? leave it? Dismiss it?
She took hers back from me because she could finally see that I'm not worthy even though her heart to me was more precious than the entire sea.
Left me sitting here crying out endless tears for years wondering how and when I can smile ear to ear again.
When she Took back hers, she took away my best friend and left me with a hole in my chest with no tools to mend.
But then again I was equally a bad friend and I wish I could at least explain to her that the me back then was not the end of the growth of my personality or limit of my sanity.
I feel like I so hopelessly skewed her personal perspective of my mentality, and rationality and I ******* ruined her reality of me

... again.

So When will my sadness end then?
I guess I have to start growing a new heart.

Sometimes when I exist, I cry, because existing reminds me of how much I loved you and how much you don't love me anymore

I have to hate you to not love you
If you only knew what I've been through

He is perfect for you,
He is what I was trying to become for you

If you only knew what I have been through, for you.

*******, I hate you.

The rhythm of my flow is picking up
Slow, steady... a peaceful motion
It can't be stopped no matter what
Its heading towards a deeper ocean.
Pebbles and rocks, they sit and stay
The deeper waters they will never know
But I will continue to flow my way
So good luck, but you can't stop my flow.