One must only learn
Sometimes feeling then coming to a peaceful resolution only to learn that without revenge taken one will become just meat for the dead.

I said this before, maybe they earned
Their self respect and honours.
How?
I wish I felt it mattered... Then, I wish I didn't feel a thing.

As feelings hurt at times
And that should be okay.
Why do you hate me so much?
You make me think you never wanted me in your life
Perhaps it was for the best... For you and others too...
Maybe I found my way
Still... Why did I Have to be so broken?

Money... Life... Fame...
If it's all a sin then why hating another isn't?
This is the truth?
Who won in the end?
The one who abused and knew how to escape
Or the one who didn't?

She hated you as if you were the one who did something so wrong
As cheating and lying and playing around.
But sometimes it isn't that bad,
A little lie told for a world to feel better...
But Just like the truth can Hurt you more than you know
A little lie can make a miracle happen;
A little lie can make a life go wrong,
So, yes, saying a prayer was not that wrong
But what's a prayer to someone who can't find true love?
And sometimes we get mixed up
And have no clue.

Now what is life without a little poem,
Without a prayer, without the memories of what we lived.
What can be life, without a little try?
What can be life without a little break
For something else we can believe in
With a heart of true.
What can be life without...

Maybe I was forced to exist!
You stupid ****!
But you had to be a hateful ***** and destroy my crap.
For this I may be grateful sometime....
Only now
There is work to do.

'Kept trying to understand
Why would you hate me.
The world was grateful somehow
With you,' am right?

If only I could burn all this hell
To create out of the poison
The blade,
That magic blade to use
Only in times of need.

The magic blade to cut and heal the flesh
That was infected.

Turn poison into that which can make happen
The miracle of living a life much wanted.
Their thirst for blood brought truth out...
Here, I was cursed. All that was brought to me was fair: I lied.
You trusted me? I tried...
We loved each other so much!
Oh, but now it seems it's over...
When was it not
Like that...?

Why didn't I listen?
I think I was just a child.

While you expect me to do what you want,
I expect you to do what I want
And here we stand. Each wishing to do, for others to do
A bunch of doers.

As I walk through the tunnels you depicted
In a photograph a shade in plays speaking in tongues
Of hearts I wanted to believe in
Trust
But as I failed I remembered who I really am.
It's a place where we are one
And it can be beautiful
It can be troublesome
It can be craving for the better life.

I shouldn't have bought clothes...
What was I thinking? That I was going to have a good reason to wear them?
I shouldn't have had ideals!
What was I thinking?
That there was room for my stupid needs in this wonderful world of yours?
I shouldn't have eaten...
What was I thinking? That after work someone should eat?
It's even worse for not having the job of your dreams.
I shouldn't have respected myself in any way...
How dared I...
Oh, and how dared I understand Any of your needs,
Any of your plans,
Any good Deed done
To Learn that
It was all for their contemptuous lies.