There's a lot about you
I never quite liked.
For starters,
You're way too tall,
And not very kind.

Your father taught you anger,
Your mother taught you greed,
I'm not sure you have much else on your mind
Then whatever it is you need.

It's not just what you say,
It's more about what you do
Treating people like puppets,
Just to get yourself through.

I'm glad I learned that cutting the strings was best.
I'm starting to trust happiness,
Since it no longer feels like a test.

if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
otherwise, don’t even start.

if you’re going to try, go all the
way. this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.

go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or
4 days.
it could mean freezing on a
park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
mockery,
isolation.
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
endurance, of
how much you really want to
do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the
worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.

if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like
that.
you will be alone with the
gods
and the nights will flame with
fire.

do it, do it, do it.
do it.

all the way
all the way.
you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter,
it’s the only good fight
there is.

The last night I saw you
Still haunts my mind.
Was it a total mind ****
Or once in a lifetime?

Remember when I asked you for space?
But what I really wanted was you.
7 nights before,
You kissed me 3 times,
Under the purple moon.
Your eyes filled with tears
And mine did too.
We left it all in the past,
When we said goodbye too soon.

When I go out,
I make sure to take everything with me.
Nothing can be left behind,
I burn down the whole ******* city.
One by one,
I take a match to each and every building.

I inevitably end up lost in the debris.
Sometimes feeling overwhelming remorse,
For all the charred buildings.
I take my time sifting through,
Let each and every loss, run its course.

I can’t say, that I don’t know what I’m doing.
And i probably always will.
But one thing’s for sure,
I can handle life’s cheap thrills.

I know how to rise from the ashes,
Even ones created by me.
Dust myself off, learn how to breathe.
I’ve done it many times before,
Ensuring myself that in every lifetime,
I got me.

Does anyone else see what I see?
A man of high prestige;
Playing mind games with me.
A professor, a scholar, a social scientist.
He knows how to use his words,
He knows how to bait and switch.

It’s clear he gets off
At being in control.
Playing with women’s minds,
Until he crushes their soul.  
A man of great knowledge,
Who hide his tail between his legs.
The only way he can feel like a man,
Is by watching a woman beg.

They say what doesn’t **** you,
Only makes you stronger.
Like the day my world stopped,
When you didn’t want me any longer.

You said I was just too much,
and went from zero to one hundred.
Making you feel anxiety,
And you no longer want it.

I’ve been told better by worse,
But believe what you said.
I never was very good at handling,
My feelings up against a ledge.