though i say
despair will not take hold of my heart
it is a lie instead that has found a home
and though i say
neither worry nor indifference shall reign
it is a sad moment that does not care
and a wasted one that does

though i say
i once knew a dead man
it was long before he passed this earth
and though i say
i prefer to remember that which is good
that is not the life that was lived
and i know this because it was me

though i say
there is not enough knowledge in me to matter
it was the amnesia of my Father that taught me best
and though i say
he could not find the day that once was
what he knew was his life was worth any ending
and so too a reflection that awaits the ripples of a stone

Maybe this isn't the end of me,
Maybe this is just the beginning.
Maybe a broken heart can be fixed,
Maybe a lost road can take me back home.

Maybe, everything is just another dream.
But maybe, dreams do come true.
Maybe, I'm just a fool who believes it.
But maybe, only fools are the ones who succeed.

The days are short and the nights get longer,
The memories of the past keep me awake.
I look up at the sky and listen to the sounds that say,
That maybe the night sky is brighter than the day,
And maybe tomorrow will be better than yesterday.

You wanted to hold me
but you can’t.

You’re like my version of Edward Scissorhands.

Everytime you try to hold me,
your blades get in the way.

I bled.

My hands were wounded deep.
That’s what I got
for trying to cling onto you.

I didn't mind the damage.
I thought I was numb enough
to hold on to you
but I was just hurting myself.

You’re scared.

Not because you inflict pain to others.
You’re afraid to see
how people bled for you


and that’s what hurts you too.