I am just a name, a number in the files, another hopeless dreamer, a ****** guitarist, a time waster, procrastinator, another beating heart, a music lover, punk rocker, another corrupted by rock. I am just another face fighting through the crowd, a confused teen, a homebound fighter, another gear in a broken clock.
                     I am a lover and a hater.
Who am I?
                     Who am I to judge?
Who am I to say what's right and what's wrong? Who am I to love? Who am I to hate? Who am I to live without actually living? Who am I to define what's music and what's not?

Who am I to believe,
who I am is truly who I am?

                I am not just
             a name or
         a number in
      that box of files.

I am me and you are you...

I am a music ****** so I finish with...

"Death inspires me, like a dog inspires a rabbit"
~ Tyler Joseph |-/

They come into our lives
then sometime later they go
just what brought us together
there's no way to know

We were molded and shaped
as we walked side by side
strangers became friends
during the times our lives coincide

There is one thing that I'm certain of
for the time they've been here
every moment spent together
should be the times we hold dear

Lettuce forgive those, who do wrong,
Because I don't carrot all anymore.

"be happy!
don't be sad!"
sounds fine and dandy
but what if i'm happy
being sad?

sadness takes genius
to keep going
it isn't easy
holding a down turned
  smile
   wet eyes
     despairing demeanor
'woe is me' content
but i favor it
to the false bravado
demonstrated
by the eternally joyous
imitators

give me a good cry
compared to a forged belly laugh
after a lame joke
any day!