They mess us up, your mum and dad
They may not mean to but they do
They fill you up with the faults they had
And add some extra just for you
-Philip Larkin-

Novels are about other people but poems are about yourself
-Philip Larkin-

i didnt do anything wrong did i
the way you keep talking
its like the light went out in your eyes
and i cant help but feel like
im the reason why
i didnt do anything wrong did i?...

yay another fit is coming on
where i feel all broken down
and i cant seem to get back up
fits that seem to take me whole
fits that seem to make me whole
fits that seem wont ever go
another fit
yet again
and still no one seems to know

why is logic the only way in your head?
when in all reality life isnt
everything to you has to have a reason
an answer or even explanation
but with you nothing that isnt logic
doesnt make sense
just...
help me believe that this isnt it
that logic isnt all to you
i dont really want to talk to you
i dont need a logical answer
to confide
into a calculator
but you see...
emotions aren't logic
they are like the magic illusions
they can be explained yeah...
but that doesn't mean
they should be
sometimes...
id think you'd be better off
as a calculator without power
a dead silent un-working machine
so that way i can talk
without the logical answer you always give to me...

i wipe my tears and stand tall
because if im weak i may fall

and if i fall others will tag along
and when i fall
there will be no getting up