Everything is wrong until it’s not.
With your temperament, the world around you
and all that you’ve got invested in this life,
it is all going to rot, and the more
worms eat away the more you detest
so busily detesting that you forgot
that everything is wrong until it’s not.

Everything is wrong until it’s not.
People queuing to put their voting slip
into the ballot slot are inwardly complaining,
about whomever and what are they plan
to do and how they’ll explain, nothing is plain,
and thinking in plain terms, you forgot
that everything is wrong until it’s not.

A heart fails to start, no cry in the operation room.
Occupied by just I, this is less a home than tomb.
Maledictions in the curtain, heard from the floor.
Contradictions make uncertain what I knew before.
They pass away, pass us by, the past is left unresolved.
They disappear and go missing, cases still unsolved.

Everything is wrong until it’s not.
You thought you had it under control but now
you’ve lost the plot, you’ve lost your map and
X marks the spot and you’re selling out,
dropping out, ready to snap, you snap
at the world, it snaps back, and you forgot
that everything is wrong until it’s not.

Nothing is alright.
Life’s an endless fight.
It’s that or flight--

and the war was all around you
but the last gunfire is shot.
The bullet goes right through.
So you just keep on going too
and now somehow, despite
that on your back there’s a spot
you swear was put there: targeted
and misled and kept up all night
with voices in your head blaming you
aiming for you when you’re in full sight-
This war will all seem so contrite
When you stop placing blame,
and everything is alright.

In the operation room, the baby cries.
Anticipating doom, you told yourself lies.
You won in the end, after so many tries
You begun, in the end, to see the sunrise.
There are some things we’ve yet to realise.
Each realisation brings a surprise-

You fought so long and took on a lot

i hate myself
out loud,

and
make
things

awkward

er.

Let the circle be undone
Stop pacing back and forth
Revolt against the ruts of your everyday life
What is worth the trouble
Should not be your life undone

Stick to the happy things
Your child's laughter
A simple opera here and there
The orchestra of the wind blowing in the trees
The warmth of your blanket

Enjoy the little things as they come
As few as they are
Step by step
Things will become as they began
With the simplicity of happiness

whispering that i'm all alone
but never leaving me alone

Good men detest the phase "all men are the same."
Cause they know-no how, no way.
Don't compare them to the bad choices you made.

Some signs were very clear.
Maybe you just decided to over look them.
If he wasn't about anything when you first met.
What made you think he might change?

If he was a user and you saw it continuously .
Than you wanted to be apart of a nowhere game?
But for those great guys that strives in society.

You might felt he wasn't your kind.
Good guys face this many of times.
And hear sad comments, "all guys are the same."
When pain, hurt, abuses comes their way.

Than all guys must face the pain.
But in truth all guys are not the same.
For there are good ones that put the bad ones to shame.

Just chose wisely.
It's not about wealth that many women seek.
But about love and respect for the woman that he meets.

I hide my tears
to wipe away yours.
I cry alone,
so your pain cures.

To hold my pain,
and bleed so much more.
Is for your happiness,
to heal your core.

You say such words
to create a divide.
Without the knowledge
of the fear inside.

Words like a blade
slicing me gently.
Eyes staring coldly,
unblinking and intently.

Say what you will
about my care and love.
Know you are wrong,
your ego is high above.

So you can fly away,
leave me here to die.
Understand this heartbreak
can't be fixed by your lie.

My love is still here,
but the trust is forever gone.
Blown away by your swords,
my blood drained and drawn.