The world is a messed up place.

As I put down this pen
To this pad and I write
All the feelings just flow
Like the stars in the night
All the fear and the anger
The guilt and the shame
Though it cuts like a knife
It releases the pain
So I bleed and the blood
Freely flows from my soul
All the lyrics come out
And I have no control
And I can’t tell you why
Cuz I don’t understand
How it all just appears
With this pen in my hand
It’s a curse but it’s not
At the very same time
It’s my brain it won’t stop
So on to the next line
It’s a skill that I have
That is freeing my soul
And I’ll use it until
I’m far down in a hole

Its so ironic
How I look at you
Hoping for you to look back at me

But when our eyes meet
I look away
Because I don't want you to
See how much I need you
*~ r.s

Too long.
Too late.
You wanna **** some time?
Ask Jeff about fate.

Too strong.
Too great.
Hey! I resent that,
by the way.

Feel it quiver.
Feel it shake.
Ball it up into a planet,
and then make that Earth quake.

Send the world's end.
You'll find it bends instead of breaks.
Now let's not pretend,
like you've made some sort of mistake.

Process where and when,
then recalculate.
These measurements aren't precise;
there's a bit of give and take.

You lost me way back when you first opened your mouth.
I was following for a minute but then it all went south.
*I can't help it man;
I was born in a deep well.
I've spent my entire life
just slowly climbing my way out.