They say I’m crazy cause I love and care to much
they say I’m wasting time and I need to learn how to trust
They say I’m way to quiet but to quick to  fuss
I think people in her head saying give up us
They saying she’s grown now happy and moved on
I can understand but my heart forever Torn
Now they see me heartless
Head down ready to spark it
Then I get high
It’s all I need to get by
I settle down think of every truth and lie
I tell you Go away ,leave
But your what I need
Sorry for the lies
cause that’s not what I believe
They say  I’m dead wrong for wanting a family
I want sucesss and love
That’s what’s new to me
I smoke away all my problems
Nobody seems to care
not even my momma
Don’t wanna cry no more
The wrongs I committed got me feeling sore
So I sit back turn on Jocelyn floors
Think and realize the love of my life didn’t have to worry anymore

I bedded down with Frankenstein
I bedded down with Dracula
I bedded down with the Wolf Man
I bedded down with the Mummy
I bedded down with the Creature
from the Black Lagoon

and the end results
were a carbon copy
of fundamental flaws

hairy,
oozing with slime,
bloodsucking
homemade monsters
that wrapped me up in sheets
and laid me to rest
upon the catacombs
of their one bedroom apartments

but after feeling ghastly,
my decision making
became quite hasty
and acted
as if
I were the
Invisible Man
afterwards

Try and succeed to relieve all that is needed from need and all you shall receive from life is but a dream, yet painful sorrows and melancholic mellows show true despair in the form of shadows.
To what do I deserve this existence fated, shall I remind you of how we were created and bated into believing there is a reason for life's unjustifiable treasons or do you merely conceive this dimension of its meaningless meanness. For it is despair that intertwines convoluted parallel exultancy. That and the indulgent parade of unmistakably acceptable pleasantries that life's joy brings to me.