Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I am drowning happily,
Inside of *you.

The best advice I've ever gotten
Is to view yourself as an equal.
Everyone
Even the ones who seem perfect.
They've got the same
Everything.
They share your problems.
Your heartaches, your pains
Are theirs.
We are too wrapped up in ourselves
To notice everyone else
Bleeding.
The same way we are.
But if you take a second,
And step out of your own pain and misery,
You will realize.
We're all the same
at heart.

Hold the smoke
in your hands;
Eat the love
that the others feed you;
hold your children
in your poison arms;
You know you've got something to live for.
Feel the heat
warm your fingers;
Let the sadness
pierce your soul;
But just pretend
that you're happy;
Like you've got something to live for.
Touch the burner
on the stove;
Let the pain
just resonate;
Cause in your head
You cannot see;
A single thing to live for.
Close your eyes
and go to sleep;
Pick your poison
steal your breath;
Eat your heart out
on this decay;
You were right, what's there to live for?

you say i trust to equal those in the past
whom have brought only pain and hatred
upon those in their wake?
well it's time to take a look in the mirror
my friend, no, wait, don't do that,
i wouldn't want to inflate your ego
it would come as no surprise to me if in that
mirror you would only see the eighth wonder
of the world, ever wondered if you could see
the world? i take that back, there is no sense
in snapping and losing my temper,
but all i'm doing is back tracking and
finding my self exempt of the respect that i
deserve, only you can serve to notice
the pain that you have harboured
upon the empty hearts of which now yearn
for that ever self-loving and i can only leave
you with this advice

turn around and back off
that ain't love it's idolatry.