For you
I think I would do
Anything.
Because of this one
Tiny little thing.
I don't know what it is
But I like it.
Love
When I think about
You
I don't care about
Anything
Else.
All I want is to
Hold you
Kiss you
Fall asleep to you
Wake up to you.
Even things
I don't like
I would do
If it meant I could see you
Even for a moment.
Cause I'm
Crazy
For you.
And honestly
I like it.

21,
21,
21,
we're playing a lucky game so
pick your sides.
21,
21,
21,
you're the lucky boy today so
enjoy the ride.
But tonic is so toxic
so tasteless
so bitter-trivial-faceless
when you have to swallow your pill
everyday at 8:30 PM,
sharp.
My liver ain't in the best of shape
my body ain't in the best of weights
my soul sure is dying fast
though nothing ever lasts.
21,
21,
21 more times--
just a number,
though nothing is just a number.
My blood is running poison,
a cut a running toxic tap.
My body is a chemical,
a bitter, vindictive compound.
21,
21,
21,
it all tastes so **** bitter,
all I can taste is bitter.

The truth is that the Cupid's arrow,
only struck Adam & Eve.
That's how love,
became a deadly disease.

The truth is that compassion doesn't exist.
We've always been deceived.
Tears, lies, betrayal, and blood curling screams.

The truth  is that after death,
life will become a tear-soaked cloth of regrets.
The things you could've done,
and the things you decided to neglect.

The truth is that we're in a competition.
The competition of who's good,
who's bad,
and who's not even worth this emulation.

The truth is that the world,
has run out of enlightenment.
The river of simplicity has run dry,
and the world just wishes for refinement.

The truth is that we're all alone,
at the end of the day.
Filled with grief,
we're standing by the never-ending bay.

I want to stand by her side,
to catch her when she falls.
I want to be there, good or bad,
to carry her through it all.

I want to wipe her tears away,
and hold her hand so tight.
I want to keep her close and warm,
to hold her in my arms tonight.

Still it matters not what I desire,
for fate is cruel and so unkind.
Born so very far apart,
a punishment fit for no crime.

She carries on her life out there,
somewhere in this lonely world.
I stand alone in these dark times,
thinking of this forlorn girl.

I want to softly stroke her cheek,
to take her pain away.
I want to help her to her feet,
and tell her she will be okay.

I want to gently touch her lips,
and brush the hair from her eyes.
I want to promise her the world,
and give her wings to fly.

Instead I’m met with these dark halls,
with no end or exit in sight.
No means of escape, nowhere to go,
I cannot run, nor hide.

She searches for someone to love,
and claims to know what love is.
I stand alone in these dark times,
having only my heart left to give.

I want her to hold her head up high,
to take life by its very horns.
I want her to bite the hand that feeds,
instead of feeling so forlorn.

I want her to realize she’s not alone,
even if I cannot be there in the flesh.
That I would give my heart and soul,
to share with her a single breath.

I want to see her smile,
because it is happiness she seeks.
I want to lie beneath the stars,
with her beside of me.

I don’t know what love is,
but for her, I think I’d try.
It’s a feeling I may never know,
for she’s not in my life.

Fate is so cruel and unkind,
and for that reason I stand alone.
Until I find my way to her,
in the darkness I shall roam.