It’s less than you think, more than you know
Don’t let everyone else shine while you barely glow

This life is more than just a fiction,
It’s not belief, not just addiction.

What a disappointing waste it would be
If you’re looking for more than you can see,

Take hold of what you can feel,
Even if it hurts, you can heal.

You can’t have regrets if you don’t look back,
Learn as much as you can, still won’t know jack.

Did I ever get over you?
Ask what kind of person I am.

Stuck here wondering what to do.
When does a boy become a man?

When you’re smiling, I’m feeling blue,
Where do I find the strength to stand?

Asking questions, still got no clue,
Will nobody give me a hand?

I guess it’s too late for you and me,
I was so deep in love back then….

Sure I fell hard but can’t you see?
That I just got back up again.

Today’s a good day,
a day to live
or a day to die.

An ocean resides in the sky,
With rumble and flash it bursts.

And the sky falls in so many pieces,
its tears fall all over the ground.
Crying for each and every one of us,
All our tears, fallen to Earth, again and again.

Spiders crawling, under my skin,
And I feel like I’m burning.
How can I atone for my sins,
When I still feel the yearning?
Pursued by the mistakes of my past,
chased through dark corridors in my head.
Can’t hide from the shadows they cast,
all these voices screaming that they want me dead.

Suddenly, a clap of thunder
tore the night asunder,
and ripped through my troubled mind.

Lightning came soon after,
along with frightening laughter,
Which I realized was mine.

Here I am, left wondering,
and wandering.
all alone but for passing shadows.
Walk my own path pondering,
and pandering.
Nod, wave, smile, nobody cares or knows.

You’re the closest thing to an angel,
That I’ve ever seen.
Feeling more like I’m in a living hell,
Than I’ve ever been.

Because I can’t bear to be near you,
Knowing I’m just no good.
Always wondering what I should do,
I never understood.

I’m going away to be alone,
Taking a little trip of my own up to the moon.

For my sinful mind, I can’t atone,
So I guess I won’t be coming back anytime soon.

Maybe, someday, I’ll look back and smile,
But right now, nothing gets in or out my dark cocoon.

Out here, I cry in silence awhile,
But then my eyes dry, and I remember a tune.

It’s no good, living on the dark side,
Silence is too loud, endless thoughts all mindless shouts.

It seems it’s myself I can’t abide,
Put on headphones, so I don’t have to hear my doubts.

I didn’t think that the time was right,
And so I made you wait.
But when I thought it would be alright,
By then I was too late.

Be patient, darling, and I will come,
Slow and sure in my way.
Or come take my hand and lead me on,
I’ll follow you all day

I can’t rip through these bindings,
maybe it’s myself I’m finding
That’s in my way

So I just keep on fighting,
The hate inside I’m inciting
It’s in my way.

In my head there’s a war being fought,
Contradictions, self-loathing in every thought.
Don’t get in my way.

The reason I run away, though there’s no place to hide,
Is You.
The reason I feel this pain, killing me inside,
Is You.

What’s wrong with the asking?
I don’t care if you don’t answer.
Spending so long masking,
Thoughts spreading like a cancer.

The sweetest thing, lick my lips, I will never taste,
Dear You.
Cruel little thing, you’re with him, such a waste,
Hate you.

Chewed fingernails, drinking wine,
                                                           ­                      It’s not very hard to see.
Doesn’t take much to find,
                                             That there’s something very wrong with me.
It’s only me, nevermind,
                                                      ­      I guess this is the only way I can be.
Tried to change my ways,
                                                       Clean it up, wear the only suit I’ve got.
Pretending at halcyon days.
                                                       But I melted when the heat got too hot.

First, already lost for words,
Second, keeps pushing forwards.
Third, the limits are closing in,
Fourth, Another scrunched paper in the bin.

Start again, the first sentence sounds nice,
The next one… Well, it’ll suffice.
Stop, and realize it’s not even that great,
Forget it, put it away, and procrastinate.