I'd tear your heart out if I thought you had one.
But behind your sternum you're as cold as a corpse.
Another unfeeling entity with a beautiful face.
You I was willing to chase and love forevermore.
But two strikes you're out 'cause I hate baseball.
You strung me along like a skillful puppeteer.
It used to be love but now it's just fear.
I'll curse you in the same breath that I love you.
My heart still exists, but now it barely flutters.
You took what I had to offer and threw it away.
If you ever find your heart again,
I'm tearing it out and laughing as I walk off.

My dreams, they're hiding in shadows.
Being herded straight towards the gallows.
No turning back.
This is no farce, no joke, nor game.
But the audience laughs all the same.
No turning back.
This hill of problems grew into a mountain.
So go ahead and flip that copper into the fountain.
No turning back.
I'll write this off  without any satisfaction.
Happiness for pain, and unfortunate transaction.
No turning back.
Looking back at all the scattered ashes.
I don't remember lighting the matches.
No turning back.
Now I'll struggle through what lies in wait.
'Cause everyone's calendar has an ending date.

Game face.
Ready, set, go.
Just another race.
Get ready, 'cause I'm set.
If I had bootstraps I'd be pickin' myself up.
Lying in the dirt can only last so long.
We all have dreams, but fear reaching out.
But now I'm running, breakneck pace.
Like a bat out of hell, this fire rages.
Motivation my friend, how long it has been.
Shake hands like time hasn't passed.
Ready, set, go.
Things to do, people to see.
Greatness and such to achieve.

Ready, set, go.

I'm a lodestone for misadventure.
These soles are worn thin by the miles.
This soul is wearing thin from the guiles.
These porcelain faces and mannequin smiles.
A game of taunting and jeering.

Who's to say, winner, loser?
Who's to tell you how far you have come?
Maybe not better than all, but better than some.
Grey areas, gray matter, I'm not dumb.
This is a story, it has just begun.

I've got it figured out, but I don't.
Contemplation, thoughts.
Nostalgia and doubts.
I've got it all figured out, but I don't.

You're preying on my heart with lustful eyes.
Reflections of pupils in the shadows, searching for the prize.
You'll strike, with alacrity and apathy holding hands.
You careless beast, for this I surely will not stand.
But even saying that, well it is a lie.
For you I will take the knife, lay on the altar to die.
Carefully stocking the shelves of this heart.
With fragile items and memories to start.
Simply to remind myself this was not always so.
Because of your actions, to the devil I do go.
No luminescence or light at the end of the tunnel for me.
But instead I'll run in circles in this nightmarish reverie.
Hoping to escape your selfish grasp.
Hoping the alcohol will drown this hideous past.

Been wishing on shooting stars for you,
but it seems even a meteor shower won't do.
Seems I've been shoving at this frame of mind,
looking for positivity of some kind.
But you, you just won't cut it.
You'll come and go, spewing out *******.
But I don't have any time for pettiness.
Especially not for a beautiful face so pitiless.

That's not to say mind you,
that I need pity, that's not true.
But some sort of conscience would be nice,
just to be sure you don't have a heart of ice.
You're a fiend for affection,
that's your greatest affliction.
The desire to be desired drives you,
a temptation we all long to give into.

I'll indulge you as long as I might.
In the end perhaps we could be quite a sight.
If ever I can relieve myself of this unsightly vendetta.
Then perhaps we will move forward, things will get betta.
But maybe it's all just wishful thinking.
Like window shopping for dreams, wishful thinking.