You making me uncomfortable in my own living room
Isn't a living room supposed to be;
Somewhere you feel safe
Somewhere you feel relaxed
Somewhere you feel content?

Why you gotta destroy my zone,
Why you gotta destroy my home?

I want to feel safe
I want to feel relaxed
I want to feel content.

But you have taken those feelings away from me,
You have taken my lounge room,
And in this bedroom I stay,
Because it's the only place I can feel
Safe, relaxed and content.

Dear ******,
I have a comparison for you,
You are like a cigarette,
Tempting, poisoning,
But extremely addictive.

You are the cigarette that takes the lungs of young innocent girls,
Revealing yourself from a packet consisting pictures of revolting warnings,
But still, those young inquisitive girls take you,
Thinking, 'it won't hurt just to try a little bit'.

******* in firmly at the filter,
Until the burning dry substance begins to go transform,
Into a thick grey cloud it turns,
Dangerously slithering down her fresh flourishing windpipes.

At first, it feels a little foreign,
But after each cigarette she devours,
She becomes more obsessed, needy,
And damaged.

Soon, the tobacco is the red blood running through her veins,
And like any other of your soiled victims,
She desperately tries to call for help,
And she really wants to stop.

But you drag her...
You drag her further,
And further into the blinding smoke until she can't breath no more,
She can't breath the fresh, virginal air that those beautiful, god-made trees release every, single, day.

And when she's lying in those pure white sheets,
Sunlight illuminating through the crystal clear windows,
The trees singing their last beauteous melody for her youthful soul,
You are inside that wicked packet, waiting for your next victim.

Is


                                                              ­              it



             too



                                                             ­                                    late




                                               for




                                                         ­                    me




                                                          ­                                                        to




                                      take                  ­                    



                                         ­                                           you



                                                             ­                                                            back?





I can cover up your bleeding wounds
I can absorb its germy fluids
and I can help prevent it from scarring
I can be your band aid

You can put me on
You can use me
and you can throw me out when you're done
I can be your band aid

SHUT. THE ****. UP.*
No matter what you fucken say,
No matter how much water you drown into my mouth,
I *won't swallow it.

Because if I do,
If I swallow that water of faith, support and euphoria...
I'll forget him...
So please...

Just leave me to wallow in the mud of my own misery...

You are the sun shining over my bitter sweet earth,


                                            Like cinnamon syrup,


               Drooled all over boring pancakes.


And without your sweetness all over me,


                                        I am unappetizing and tasteless,


                    Like the plain white boiled eggs I have when you're
                                                          ­                                    gone.