my friends used to joke and call me cynical
and i laughed
and i never understood why
but those people aren't my friends anymore
and i keep thinking that i pushed them away
but i also think that it was inevitable
that they would always realize the didn't like me all that much
because i was a bit too cynical for their taste

Love is a public hanging.
I build a beautiful platform
with eloquence
***** the instrument of my demise.

Fully conscious of my impending end
wrap the rope around my throat
she screams the guilty verdict
and soon I dangle,
twitching in the desert breeze.

I'm an immortal criminal, and I never learn,
a perpetual repeat offender.
I’ll soon be swinging from the gallows once again…
it's just a matter of time.