I get sad, when the hit gets over  

Don't just stalk me, talk to me
Come over

Tell me, what is it, that still pains, if something remains ?
And if you've been to the doctor who has a face but no name
A place but no money or fame

Just a castle of regrets, but no maids or monsters to serve his purpose
and it's hard to forget what life is,



how you can describe the flavour of a circus.
minds don't have the capacity enough these days to walk ways and be polite, inspite, we all must have the strength to end the friends who hurt us.

the voices in our viens, same voices, different choices, messing up a good part of our brain.




It's not about me or you, back to you, and me from you, when you, me, and you, crave for something new,

and now i'm just alone in my old, so cold, so sold, with nobody to hold and I have absolutely jack did to do,
Already in a depression and it just, all,
keeps getting lower,



so huge are these walls, of my room, within the gloom, where i hide the body of do-h-er,
i don't have enough skills to woo her,

so somebody can you please, anybody will you see, there's nobody here free, anybody can you see, the somebody cut down the tree,
now everybody is angry because nobody did somebody,



that makes no sense, or does it, i don't get it, but it's still a story and ten thirty and i'm already off the track,

if i don't stop now, i might get a heart attack,

and my heart's not with me,

but now I never get sad, I wish there was more to be had,

I was a good lad,



a little mad, riddle on sand, castle in waves, a book not for you to understand,

but it means nothing, because i still feel so ***** and dead,

i'm feeling thirsty, i think my head will find my bed, i'm done with dread
it's time i take some rest, time is some lady,



somebody please slow her,
I get sad when **** gets over
Don't just stalk me come talk to me,
become over.

BE, COME, OVER.





But I'm already alsleep i'm such a loner

This winter won't cease and i know i'll melt in summer

I'm done, I'm done with feeling sick empty inside, i don't want to haunt her

No please go Let go, oh no, you don't understand it don't want her

I don't know her I can't keep this up

I'm not in love and i don't want to be tortured




The vultures are here circling my brain and I'm there picking my sane veins

Ready to give in, just take a name and i'll do it
everything they've just said, means nothing at all in its meaning,
So demeaning,



every thought I have in my head is what they say is what is dreaming,
I ain't done yet so I'm obviously not leaving,

no, not any time soon, but if there's a monsoon i might take shelter,

there's no need to pretend I'm afraid of the rain but i guess they need to see that i'm more civilised than better,
whatever, it's not a question of when but never ever,




stories are false, and there are no flaws, just faults when things come together,
for nothing's perfect enough to be perfected by her no matter how much you traverse the weather all across the world, looking for hurt so you can feel better than dead,

it's just sad tale of regrets that i cannot forget and sooner or later I'm gonna be fed up of the latter



and take my life out for a spin as i take a hit in, to be smoked by the man in the leather,

tell me i'm a sick ****, with no luck and i have absolutely nothing beautiful, so I should just shut up,

instead of making non sense and half rhymes, half of the time, they're not even mine,


but some stranger in my mind that wants me to be kind when i'm not,
please, somebody make it stop, release me from this spot, i'm tired of being who i am not, i'm not me, i'm not free, i'm wired to be shocked, when ever something good happens to me. locked by the clock,




as i'm becoming someone i'm not ever needing, just bleeding as i walk, searching for god.

Oh, Lord! I have to stop now.

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i still miss you more everyday,
now that you're not here and m-ine.
such a fool, that i thought you'd stay
but i was so young at that t-ime.

now i don't have much to say,
since we went our way and left us behind.
sometimes i still find tears, and pray,
but i know love's not an exact science.




[ but then, there's this moment of silence,
  and all i can think, is of you, and the
  violence;

  there are so many of us here and we're
  dy-ing,
  breathing in ink, waiting for her to make
  us fall in love.                                                 ]




there's something in the morning sk-y,
that makes me want to keep shut my  eye,
if i don't dream i know i will die,
if i don't ever scream you won't know, that i tr-y.

now everything else is just escaping my head, and i'm wondering about l-ife-
if i'll ever understand it, before it leaves me for dead.

i don't need this day, i want to go back to bed, i feel so wrong-
i wish all my troubles would go away, if i keep my eyes shut for a little long.




[ but then, there's this moment of silence,
  and all i can think, is of you, and the
  violence;

  there are so many of us here and we're
  dy-ing,
  breathing in ink, waiting for her to make
  us fall in love.                                                 ]




back to home and i feel so lonely,
what do you do when you lose your only ?.

i've seen the movies, and i know there are so man-y,
but if i had to choose i won't choose an-y.

for all of my heart is whispering in one vo-ice,
if i'm really made for it, do we really have a ch-oice ?
is there something else out there for me too, other than this all void ?

is it just the pain, or am i,
am i too old to take a fall ever again ?


[ but then, there's this moment of silence,
  and all i can think, is of you, and the
  violence;

  there are so many of us here and we're
  dy-ing,
  breathing in ink, waiting for her to make
  us fall in love.                                                 ]

the ill on my lips
is filled
with hurt in my heart
and the thrill
in my veins;
of knowing
there's a sadness
coming again,
to soothe all my scars

as the salt on my tongue
keeps reminding me
of the tears i cry

it'll still take
an ocean's worth
for the love to dry

you're still as beautiful as the morning sky, the reason to my rhyme,

don't care about that many miles, i don't have any lines to combine,

words don't save you when you're blind.

i needed somebody and i found you,

so thank you for being there for me, when it was the time,

i'm so sorry that i had so much hate in me, that i wasn't right in my mind,

but i hope you're alright and everything's fine, you still smile-

and that you're closer to that place that you always wanted to find,

i know you have it in you to shine, bird, i know it now, i knew it then, when you were mine.  

so one of a kind, but i guess it's fine 'cause we are all designed to forget with time

and before i do, i want to say thank you before i forget you, and after all it's you,

so i don't have to say anything to you, for the laughter was true, as true as you was and I,

and i know you'll miss me too, it's a good-bye.

Ingenious, that clever man is heinous, completely outrageously mental genius.

but again what's in the name if it's just a game and the dream is the genie in us

so rub yourself and pardon me, but learn to love yourself, stop guarding me.

the you in me is swallowing me,
the me in you is always following me, i
don't get how i can forget you're which part of me, *****.

i don't regret but if i could, i know, i would cut you out of me,
go ahead, give a head, see if i have a **** to give instead, for i'm just as dead but let them ghosts shout at me.

end the lie of me, i've had enough to see, and if i cannot be free i cannot be,
there's no end to me. you don't know anything about me.

because it's not about me.

it never was, it was me, i was lost, counting all my flaws, writing down in ink all their laws.

everything that they taught had some thing that was not alright,
but i could not stop because i did not have it in me to fight.

maybe i was a coward but that's how it works when you're used to the night.

the sun is too bright, you're confused by the light and the world, there are no words left to describe your hurt.

and you need somebody to hold you tight but it's just cold and you're old with no one by your side. **** that girl, right ?

the one who did not leave you alive.

left you down to drown into the sound of your screams that you dream every time your mind means to lean on what had been
but is not, because everything else has died. but you,

and you're still being nice. *******. all you care about is you, what about me ?

can't you see ?

i'm pretty, depressed, petty and obsessed with my thoughts suppressed caught in stress and it's hard to digest that i must ingest the mess of my nothingness,

my mind cannot rest, there's a world war going off inside of me, outside i'm lost on me, there's a god but maybe he's not aware of me, can somebody please take care for me ?

**** that, i don't need you here for me, i'm blessed and sold in my serenity, and i feel i must inject my-self with hell, if i want to get rid of me,
just for a moment riddle me, don't tell if can spell what's in-side of me, i'm so usually out-side of me, so foolishly wise of me, to have a doubt when it's not nice of me to trust you to trust me.

there's so much i do not speak, so much inside of me that cannot dream,
i do not sing well, but there's so much to scream, and nothing to tell to anybody.

well, that's not true for everybody, maybe i'm afraid, what my mama will say,
what papa will say, when i'll be nobody on my way, sitting in hell, meeting everybody.

but again what's in the name if it's just a game and the dream is the genie in us

Ingenious, that clever man is heinous, completely outrageously mental genius.

my head is too light

         lights are too bright
         bright is the night
        
         somebody hold me
         tight
        
         for i know i'll wake up
         sad tomorrow







        
         no matter how much
         i hide,
         it follows;
        
         always by my-side
         somewhere back
         in my mind
        
         somewhere here
         black in my time
         even when
         i'm feeling fine

         stopping the world
         from reaching me

         there's no reasoning
         no season in
         when you're stuck in
         this place

         mesmerised by a face
         or stuck in a maze
         nor dead or amazed

         begging for a moment
         silent and kind

         away from this
         endless emptiness,
         and eyes blind
        
         there's so much violence
         that i cannot find,
        
         my voice in this noise
         of nothingness,
        
         that's brings me every
         night
         some circus of sorrow,
         and pain

         somebody hold me
         tight
        
         for i know i'll wake up
         sad tomorrow,
         again.