Stan was born in a shady street, a ruined home and a **** lab
Grey was born in a posh home, boulevard street, with all one can have
Stan was raised in dirt, popping pills and dealing by the age of seven
Grey was raised in heaven, with a personal butler at the age of eleven  
Stan was ***** at fourteen,never had a childhood, and even lost his teens
Grey first ***** at the age of fifteen, dad settled it out of court, made it a routine
Stan vowed to change his life, and came out clean when he caught a line
Grey went on without a care, hurting others all the time
Stan lived in poverty, saving every bit for a better future and life
Grey lived like a king, spending a fortune every night  
Stan wanted to go to a college, studied hard, got through, but didn't get the scholarship
Grey went to the finest college, never studied and bribed every teacher of his
Daddy paid for the tution, for the place he stayed, and every wish he could have
Stand went in depression, unable to turn his life around, but he never went back  
Grey was reckless, taught to cheat and lie his way to the top
And even though stan never had a chance, he always helped others the first chance he got  
Grey went on to finish his college and make millions through his dad
Stan struggled to survive, never giving up when things turned bad
Grey married a model, and divorced her when she got pregnant and refused an abortion
Stan married a ******, when he got her pregnant and ruled out an abortion
Grey went through wives, cheated and ruined lives of many
Stan stood by his wife, loved her, and held her when the days where rainy
Grey became a dad but refused to acknowledge her daughter
Stan was proud when her daughter was born and vowed to give them all a better future
Lily was all stan could ask for, he never let her leave his sight
And Mary grew up with no dad, and no one by her side
Lily grew in poverty, but her parents gave her all she needed and more love she could as for
Mary grew up on dads monthly allowances, could have all she wanted and then some more
Lily was all stan could think about,and saved every dime for her
Mary felt alone, whenever she stared in the mirror
Lily went on to be an honorary student and the brightest in her class
Greys habits finally caught up with his daughter at last
Stan was proud, the day lily got in the best college in her state
Mary never made it out of high school, paying for her dads mistakes
Lily graduated with honours, and cried on the podium when she spoke about her dad
Mary hated her father and held him responsible for all the problems she had
Lily went on to have a successful life, but never forgot her father
Mary became an addict, and grey came to his senses soon after
Grey tried to help her, but Mary was long gone
Everything came crashing down, and he found himself alone
Stan was loved by many, an honest man with a heart of gold
Never forgot where he came from, and helped anyone who came to his door
Grey never helped anyone and soon his business crashed
Spent some time in jail, when he couldn't pay the tax
Stan died a happy man, with his family and friends by his side
Grey died an old man, alone,  with no one by his side
Lily gave birth to her son, in a posh home, boulevard street, with all one can have
Greys granddaughter was born in a shady street, a ruined home and a **** lab

Stan was born in a shady street, a ruined home and a **** lab
Grey was born in a posh home, boulevard street, with all one can have
Stan was raised in dirt, popping pills and dealing by the age of seven
Grey was raised in heaven, with a personal butler at the age of eleven  
Stan was bullied at fourteen,never had a childhood, and even lost his teens
Grey first broke the law at the age of fifteen, dad settled it out of court, made it a routine
Stan vowed to change his life, and came out clean when he caught a line
Grey went on without a care, hurting others all the time
Stan lived in poverty, saving every bit for a better future and life
Grey lived like a king, spending a fortune every night  
Stan wanted to go to a college, studied hard, got through, but didn't get the scholarship
Grey went to the finest college, never studied and bribed every teacher of his
Daddy paid for the tution, for the place he stayed, and every wish he could have
Stand went in depression, unable to turn his life around, but he never went back  
Grey was reckless, taught to cheat and lie his way to the top
And even though stan never had a chance, he always helped others the first chance he got  
Grey went on to finish his college and make millions through his dad
Stan struggled to survive, never giving up when things turned bad
Grey married a model, and divorced her when she got pregnant and refused an abortion
Stan married a ******, when he got her pregnant and ruled out an abortion
Grey went through wives, cheated and ruined lives of many
Stan stood by his wife, loved her, and held her when the days where rainy
Grey became a dad but refused to acknowledge her daughter
Stan was proud when her daughter was born and vowed to give them all a better future
Lily was all stan could ask for, he never let her leave his sight
And Mary grew up with no dad, and no one by her side
Lily grew in poverty, but her parents gave her all she needed and more love she could as for
Mary grew up on dads monthly allowances, could have all she wanted and then some more
Lily was all stan could think about,and saved every dime for her
Mary felt alone, whenever she stared in the mirror
Lily went on to be an honorary student and the brightest in her class
Greys habits finally caught up with his daughter at last
Stan was proud, the day lily got in the best college in her state
Mary never made it out of high school, paying for her dads mistakes
Lily graduated with honours, and cried on the podium when she spoke about her dad
Mary hated her father and held him responsible for all the problems she had
Lily went on to have a successful life, but never forgot her father
Mary became an addict, and grey came to his senses soon after
Grey tried to help her, but Mary was long gone
Everything came crashing down, and he found himself alone
Stan was loved by many, an honest man with a heart of gold
Never forgot where he came from, and helped anyone who came to his door
Grey never helped anyone and soon his business crashed
Spent some time in jail, when he couldn't pay the tax
Stan died a happy man, with his family and friends by his side
Grey died an old man, alone,  with no one by his side
Lily gave birth to her son, in a posh home, boulevard street, with all one can have
Greys granddaughter was born in a shady street, a ruined home and a **** lab

the prison is
deep

her walls masked
in sewed flesh

there is only
a sliver of light

that comes from
the womb

awakening the
night

brewing many
storms into potent
thoughts

hide them
well

lest they pierce
through the skin

make a home
of murals

unwritten letters
to no one

that you keep
inside

let them return
to dusk

decay into
the rose tinted
sunsets

there are no
photographs
to remind you
of anything

nothing has
happened for
years.

I wish all those wishes weren't his,
That there was something else, anything other than this,
That he wasn't how they claimed him to be,
I guess he just wanted to be missed,
And maybe nobody could see
Now he's missing from every place that belongs in arms of his.



Can he feel?

You don't.

Don't you feel ?

I don't.






Not anymore.








Yeah,


So now go and tell him why he can never make no friends,
To stop reading empty pages, the torment is not going to end.

Soon it's going to be so dark, what is he going to do then ?
Don't ask him, or he'll come along in, can't you tell ?.


What are you going to do when,
He tells you that he has no friends?
And how lonely he has felt.

All these years without any hope,
When he starts talking about the rope,
Do you think it's gonna end well ?




Maybe this is what they say
When they tell you to runaway
Before it's too late
And you're addicted to the wait

When there's no one to love
No one here to hate


When you've given up trying
So you're looking for a blade
And you see your sorry self crying
Looking back at you through the mirror
full of shade.



Don't you wish to runaway ?

bad kids don't die young and
tomorrow's just another day we fail

bad kids don't buy guns but
they swallow bullets as they wail

sad kid don't be shy, son;
they'll take you away just like the winds

look at that sad kid,
he don't - won't have none

still he wants to play
with them shells and ale


mad kids don't break them,
there's this jail with no walls and doors

bad kid - but he don't hate pen
swords and blades don't cut it anymore

sad kid don't be shy, son;
they'll take you away just like the winds

hey, mad kid - why don't you try some,
three's a crowd, fives a doubt and six a sin.

hey, sad kid - why don't you buy some,
take it in and they'll fix your grin.

hey, bad kid - you won't die young, and
they'll take you away just like the winds.

In today's society we do not get sad because we are sad, but because we were expected to be sad. It's ingrained in our minds. What's good and what's bad. Think about it, we get sad when we think we're on the bad part of the society ( normal people like me obviously, everyone better than me stay out of this please. Your superiority complex hasn't subdued yet or maybe it can't because it's genetic and in that case I am sorry. No Matter how insensitive I've appeared because I just don't care... And also it has a very rock-n-roll-hey-i'm-an-******* vibe to it) and get happy when it's vice-versa. So, is happiness and sadness a human creation ? I don't mean in a biological sense ( philosophy, bro ? ), I mean more as a modern day concept. Why are we sad ?, Relationships, cosmetic issues ?, Jobless, underpaid, couldn't get the new iPhone ( **** those seriously). Most of us are just being sad because everyone before us were sad, on things that don't matter, on things that makes no sense when you look at the stars at night and see how big the universe is, or unless someone points out its not realistic, we need to be realistic ? Realistic all the danm time ? That's not human, human is to dream and imagine and create. Sadness is beautiful too, that's why great poets were born. But the fact is, sadness today is sold and bought, given names and even made fun of.. today sadness is as superficial as happiness. It is, it really is. There's no worth to our sadness, it means nothing. It's in our head because someone put it there. It's not natural anymore that's all I'm saying and it kinda bugs me. Have a nice day. It's okay to be sad if you are a man. Yolo.

thoughts breeding in my head
stop bleeding or i'll be dead

stop repeating or i'll forget
what i never knew

before it's too late
let me sleep, let me rest
or i'll fade

let me dream lest
i'll be just like you
always awake  


forest seeding my regret
please don't scream yet

let the animals
first reach the boat
tears drain down
my throat

before the fear rains
and drowns us whole

let me dream lest
i'll be just like you
without a soul

without a whole
wandering in parts
torn apart

so hated,


sitting on an empty stomach
so isolated.

Sound of rain filling empty spaces of this cold dark room,
As i sit alone, wondering if the ensuing struggle can clear the sky
The night is lonely, as the clouds have hid the moon
And i find myself awake as thunder spits out white lies

I stand by the window, staring at the beautiful darkness
As a void slowly fills itself and quenches its thirst
I feel complete, yet i can't fight the approaching nothingness
And help myself from feeling isolated in this season of hurt

I can feel the fragrance of ice cold water kissing the land
To be made into puddles of dirt that will dry out tomorrow
This carnival of nature does something to a man
Brings out the tales and forgotten passages of his sorrows

And yet i feel the pain disappear behind the shadows
Detached, they slowly conquer depth of every invisible wall
Eyes laid upon the shape-shifting reflections in the mirror
synchronized with the bright lights, as the rain falls

I hear beyond the lurking darkness, in flashes all i see
Breaking away from this world, a traveller all i want to be
Roar of the gods and the cries of the slaves
Out of prison, every looming thought fights to be free

Winds bring forth a message from the whispering trees
As they stand alone, shivering in thunders breath
Howling at the olden lanes, down pours a sea
As every cross-road holds in itself a waterfall of death

And i watch every droplet fall and crash in pieces,
Some make their way to the corner of my eyes
As they trickle down to the edge of my lips
I smile, for i know i will be alive for a while

Sweet scent of the dying moments hypnotise me
As I swim blind towards the memories ocean
Engulfed in a blanket of solitude and calm
I let myself be shred to pieces as i walk out in the open

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.                                                 ]

i cut myself today
into tiny
pieces of hurt

there's so much to say
but i've sold all my words

sold all my love
and i know what i've done

living inside my flesh
i don't know what i've become

i don't know myself

and i don't want to be inside
someone else

without shiny things
without any wealth

scars smile wide
as i write on myself

colour myself in a different creed

i do not bleed
there's no ink
to breathe

and i cannot leave
this prison made of me

what i cannot be
these walls
touch and see

the window is broken
the door wide open

but i cannot flee
out there
it's all an empty sea

and i'm already so lost
so ready to pay the cost

and leave before
they catch me dreaming

like a fish
who forgot it's alive
and still breathing

i have to stop
or i'll fade before
i can stop reading

between the lines
eating on my mind

walking on acid and wine
staring into the mirror

it's so cold and sharp
and it whispers

to me
about everything that withers
back to winter

and i'm so old with no heart
it's so easy to forget
how the dark still lingers

but the blood's still red
as it flows down a river

and i'm drowning,


laying underneath my bed
with monsters in my head

nobody has ever found me


and i'm still crawling
angry and howling

i don't know why

searching for a way
back to my myself

as the moment dies.

standing on the edge
waiting to fall
tears don't speak of the ill
they don't whisper at all
in silence i break my part
how many times
have i begged you apart
don't you hear me
when I'm screaming your name
how is it
that we're strangers again
with nothing to speak
words don't mean the same
too tired to leave
slowly falling in love with the pain
i remember when we used to
forget everything else
and since I've lost you
i'm somebody else
picking up the pieces
that no longer fit the same
holding my breath
until you leave once again
for another eternity

breathing heavy
one two three

i have an urge
to rip apart the world

**** them brothers
and sisters and lords

none is mine
to keep

here i weep
in my melancholic ruins

where september reigns
against the cold

untold scars
simmering in my veins
turning me blue
and red

my head
full of dread
the dead
and everything that
comes in between

i can sing a song
but there are no animals
on trees

whole kingdom is dead
and buried

beneath the hurt
screaming in my heart

i must admit
i'm only a bad dream
and nothing more

if it all comes to an end
today

i'd be glad
to disappear

until the end of time.

the ghosts will never bother you
shadows won't ever follow you
them tears you've swallowed through
will come back one day to haunt you

your brain is insane and veins blue
been so sane with the same view

you've been lost and the world is new
no names but no promises too

been so in love till i grew
so many things I never knew


so alone with the walls shut
*** on an empty stomach
won't let me love you

been so in love without a clue
what *** on an empty stomach
can do to you

my mind is exploding,
I'm having an attack
fending the darkness against my back
so much crap i have had
but i am so sorry
my bad
it was me who put me inside this pit
not the people who never gave no ****
as i was burning alive
fire running through my life
I'm trying so hard but nothing no longer fits
It's a mess
man in the mirror screams at me to look at myself
i keep my eyes closed but i can't get rid
oh man, i hate this kid
i hate his face
i hate how it fits so perfectly on mine
how he sits cold and lonely all the ******* time
telling his story in weird voices and stupid rhymes
talking like a curse,
a heart to purge
growing cold with time
my head is aching
I'm so numb waiting
every time i see the sun shine
it starts raining
and every morning i say goodbye to the stars fading
my scars aging
there's no one out there for me waiting
I'm lonely
i hope i better be
for i wasn't meant to love
i'm not complaining
but its makes me sick
that i can never live with what i don't have to give
I'm still weighing on a blade razor thin
wearing a mask painted with a grin
but no one ever looks in the eyes
crooked and grim
he's a sin
it's a sin
but he won't let them in
the mute can't sing
i remember a time when i wasn't this cold
but now the kid's old
looking back at no-one and nothing

sittingidle
smoke rings in the air
I'm aware of my existence
and the vast darkness
everywhere else
speaking to me
in a riddle
in language I do not understand
there's more to this
more than what we used to know
how lonely is it
that everything grows
so old and rotten
someday never to be
always forgotten
in the end
how calm can you be
when it's burning you cold
mouth full of ash
as you mourn and choke
there's no home
we have no heart
that feeling that cuts you deep
against your throat
you fear no more
before
it was a different story
and now you have no tale to tell
to sell
you've lost everything already
no on else's guilty
everyone else is lonely
you've only felt lonely
there's more to this world
than your ugly idols
so many lies have made their home in my mind,
there's nothing left for anything else and I'm slowly turning blind
Consuming what is left of my conscience
sittingidle
smoke rings in the air
light bulb flickering
and darkness everywhere
as far as I can see
as far as I can tell
there's nothing much
left to be
all existence
whispering in this emptiness
of scars that cannot heal
there's nothing to feel
I have lost myself
on my own
so alone
so cold
and lonely
such a lovely time
inside my mind
where lies
find their home
beneath the stones
filling all cracks
waiting patiently
to be free
sittingidle

Stuck inside my own mind
I'm a prisoner to the slave
This pain isn't an end or kind
I have no friends in this cage

Turning pages before they burn
In six months it'll be my turn to cry

So let me grieve for a moment
For there'll be nothing left to feel

I wasn't meant to be
and I don't know why

I see the river flow into the sea
Is that what's going to be my destiny ?
I look inside the mirror
I can't find me
It's screaming at me
Screaming at me with all of its hollow
It's so empty
As if it has swallowed everything



So feed me your dreams
Mine were killed long ago
I don't know what this place means
I was never smart enough to know

Always searching for a tomorrow

Now the rain never stops
And my eyes are always blurred
I'm at the bottom sitting on a rock
Thinking about you and your world

In my own way
I'll tell you about my words

They never came easy
Until I was pretending to be hurt


Turning pages before they burn
In six months it'll be my turn to cry

So let me grieve for a moment
For there'll be nothing left to feel

I wasn't meant to be
and I don't know why



So let me lie
Let me say my goodbye
It's my time to die


It's my time to fly.

underneath the skin
fish swim in circles

and all the words I've kept
have turned to Ash and
I've been keeping to myself

behind these four walls
there's no ceiling to climb
and my head won't stop bleeding

there are no feelings
in my piggy-bank

I've used all the change
and I'm still the same

every morning I wake up
thinking about you

and the life we could've
had, the life I could've had

but I couldn't do it to you
couldn't do it for you

maybe I deserve nothing
and that's why I keep myself
from jumping

running away forever
flying into the sunset

drowning
I need to go fishing.

hey there my pretty princess
all you have to do is say yes
you feel so good in my arms
please love do not leave yet

help me keep my soul wintry calm
take me before the sun sets
without you my heart will mourn
break into nothingness you've never felt

I will be drawn into another storm
unlock the cage where demons dwell
I know there would be nothing left
and I know you'll never be able to tell

where did howling rain meet the eyes
and where the lonely tear fell
Keep me from your poisoned smile
you're the dream I can never sell

standing there you look so lovely
there is nothing more I crave
then to love you absolutely adorably
please come here near and save

me from wanting you so madly
or I would be consumed and fade
and you won't find a trace of me sadly
go away before you make me your slave

sometimes in november
when the winds aren't so cold
pieces of grey days together
then do not so easily fall old

I can still sing if i will
strong enough to mend my words
what speaks of a broken heart
drowned in the waves of its hurt

her face ignites what was once dead
breathing life into the thin air

I've lost so many voices inside my head
that I see people standing everywhere

talking about what was and was is
her face rots; the thought makes me sick
entangled so deeply in the arms of his
the last kiss, must've been a fool to resist






by tomorrow if december
is not here
there will be blood in the air;
without the snow-flakes burning
there will be darkness everywhere

in that silver haze i will seek
all those memories
that did not leave
set on fire for their greed

gathering a storm
about to sleep

demons and ghosts
and things

i cannot compare

frolic in these ruins
made of despair

many a moons have
come and gone

since the sun's
disappeared

and i still look
for you,

everywhere.

i don't know my favourite
colour or the greatest film
i've seen

i know very little about
this world

i know even less about
everything

everyday i wake up and
write some of it down

and i watch the same
people do the same things
over and over

that's all they
know

and when they ask me
what my favourite colour
is

i lie and i tell them that i
enjoy all colours

that my favourite film
is a Clockwork Orange by
Stanley Kubrick

that i read books and
how politicians are ruining
the society

i want them to say
you're so great avi you
know so much about the
world

i want them to see
more of me so i see
less of them

and more they
see of me the less i
care

for i know they have
a favourite colour

i know they know
lyrics to their favourite
songs

and they've seen a
movie ten times and
remember all of it

how bored i am
of their constant
knowing

their constant
listening

there's no scarcity
of men and women who
think they know things

but have so little
to say

it's better to not
know than be bright
and boring

better to be
miserable and not laugh
than to be so mechanical
and submissive

most people are
not free

because they know
too much

at some point knowing
becomes a permanent
burden

too heavy for any
evolution to repair

that's when you
stop to live and start
to die

and i don't want
to die just yet

and i don't want to
be mundane

i don't want the
answers or want to know
my favourite colour

i simply don't want to
be boring.

.

Mostly i've said nothing
i've felt nothing
meant nothing
nothing at all
nothing in my mind
I'm a prisoner
and the walls
remind me sometimes
about rain
when tears fall
nothing that can suffice
and i've learned
to never ask the price
i'm nothing
like ice
turned water
losing my identity
the key
of self
in isolation i breathe
and yet i can taste
the outside
just lingering beyond
my thoughts
those i have caught
between my dreams
painting echoes
bursting through
mind and space
into the emptiness
I've so fell in love with
my shelter
and answer to my prayers
an oasis
that isn't there
fooling me into believing
that i have something to lose
somewhere
in this nothingness

i am woe

her endless
desolation

the last refuge
of her memory

of the bitter
days and sweet
summers

of an autumn
that sleeps in
me

and i hear
her silence

reverberate in
the abyss of my
confinement

but there is no
escape

i am nothing
without her

and she is
my dream

I get some satisfaction
when I'm feeling down

ejaculations in imagination
education profound

Inclination to temptations
sipping tears of a clown

back to the same question
as to when I'll be found

so many laws of attraction
flaws wear the crown

I don't know if it's suffocation
but some minor distractions
have found their way around

my head is filled with explosions
heart torn in so many portions
and yet nothing makes a sound

numb with all these sensations
I'm feeling drowned

I get some satisfaction
when I'm falling down

Hey, yo!
Let it go!
There's someone by the door
But are you sure ?
Yeah, why ?

Nothing,
Not any more

But it's still a lore
And like many more

The man in the mirror
Is down, and so outta' control

Ready to explode
Steady to explore

If you don't stop staring back at him
he's gonna explode

And sold,

So, mine to keep
Here and now

He sees me weep

As i stare in his eyes

Inside so deep

I can't leave
I can't breathe
There's somebody here
That's not me

I can't see
He has my eyes
I can't dream

So high and done

I,   and so drunk

I am so drunk

But it Doesn't matter

Here's someone
Who is not me

Here's what I've become

Not me

But that is not what you've been told

You think I'm just cold

Oh,

There's something in my head
doctor I implore

I'm not making stories, I'm six stories up
and i'm trying to jump and fly

I'm not numb, just dumb, but just enough to burn and not be burnt, or i'll die

I've learned so much that i keep looking for the gun

But it Doesn't matter

I, won't lose my funk

Even though all of me is shattered, i'm still having fun

Under the sun, with no place left to run

But I won't lose my funk
But I won't lose my funk

If i have to perish, i'll relish, being a fool and a drunk.


... [ voice starts to fade ]..

I can't breathe
There's someday here
That's not me

I can't see
He has my eyes
I can't dream

So high and done

I, and so drunk

I am so drunk

But it Doesn't matter

Still funk
Still funk

Yeah, cause I'm  not breathing

Yeah, cause I'm not leaving

Oh, can't you hear me screaming

So drunk still a punk

I am still dreaming

Still FUNK.


[Yeah, cause I'm  not breathing

Yeah, cause I'm not leaving, no

Oh, can't you hear me screaming

I am still dreaming

Still FUNK.]


[ part 2]


Hey, yo!
Don't you know there's a show
It's exclusive
And for the only

So elusive and lonely

Trust me,

It's confusing and
You have no money

No honey in your arms

No bed to warm

No place to stay

A face like any other

But with nothing to say

No kingdom to rule
No freedom to crave

Sometimes i wonder if i can swallow the thunder and fade away

I wander, in mind al-ways

In so many ways

Night and day

But I never stay for long

It's as if I don't belong, anywhere

Still here, listening to songs

Good songs, bad songs, sad songs

All day long, with nothing to do

And they keep reminding me of you

And I don't know what to do

Nothing was so much better than this

Oh, now i need a hit

Never been hit like you before

Used to eat them bullets and now i'm just so hollow


And this emptiness is there and it follows
The darkness is here and it'll swallow

Oh, somebody please make me a door

So i can leave this place

It isn't, what it was worth for

[ voice fades ]


Sure, it had it perks but no more
Now it just hurts and then some more

I'm not here to speak but I don't know

How to stop, i'm so annoying, i can hardly watch

Myself from becoming the dread




Oh   , here's another man found dead




He keeps peeking at me through a moment to feel sane

As it lingers

In the mirror, as he , whispers my name


There's something in my head
Oh, doctor I implore

I'm not making stories,
I'm six stories up and i'm trying to jump and fly

I'm not numb, just dumb, but just enough to burn and not be burnt, or i'll die

I've don't want to be in my forties when I start  to cry


I'm not making stories,
I'm six stories up and i'm trying to jump and fly

I'm not numb, just dumb, but just enough to burn and not be burnt, or i'll die


I know everybody worries before the good bye

But there's  no good when you die, and it's all a lie, and it's all why you cry,

no more tries but I can't survive if i'm not alive i'm not here to fight

i'm not here to chase the light i'm not here to be a hero


i'm just tryna' pass this life by

Haha

I can't breathe
There's someday here
That's not me

I can't see
He has my eyes
I can't dream

So high and done

I, and so drunk

I am so drunk

But Dosent matter

Still funk
Still funk

Yeah, cause I'm  not breathing

Yeah, cause I'm not leaving

Oh, can't you hear me screaming

So drunk

I am still dreaming

Still FUNK.

I've learned so much that keep looking for the gun



But it Dosent matter

I won't lose my funk

Even though all of me is shattered, i'm still having fun

Under the sun, with no place left to run

But I won't lose my funk
But I won't lose my funk

If i have to perish, i'll relish, being a fool and a drunk.

I've painted the sun on my window
in a hope, that it blinds my every morning, that it keeps me in light
of the shadows all around me.

I've drawn little stars and a smile
on the curtains, dancing against
the stained walls and holes, you can see the sky from.

clouds don't hinder my thoughts,
but feed into me the questions that rained in from far away galaxies,
crashing into the core of reality-
birthing a finality, finally.

stretching the length of my veins,
questions flow to my brain.
every word is like a needle,
abusing my brain, and they tell me
to look myself in the eye,
as if i can't see what I became,
as if i don't realise what's infront of my eyes, when it starts to rain.

i'm drowning in my blames,
i cannot swim in this sea of shame.
i'm just drowning in flames,
peeling my skin where my heart is,
now it is that more easy to give up-
to give in once again.

my train of thoughts is caught up,
to the knees, stuck inside faults and
flaws. there's no law in this barren
land made of star dust and with dusk.

i've read the story word to word,
and still nothing makes sense, no song, no lore-

for it is when you stop looking
you find what you really came for.

stranger hiding in my brain
why are you fighting me again ?

why are you always
fighting me ?

talk to me
tell me your tale

speak to me your pain
scream to me your name

where did you
come from ?
come to me now
I've been so alone
with thoughts I
cannot contain



[what have you
done to me ?]



show me how
my dreams are made
you've known
so much that I'm afraid
you cannot leave now
and if you must..

I have nothing to say
I'll just write you
down on a page

burn you so slowly
that you'll never
try to run away


[what are you
doing to me ?]


what have I become ?

no
you cannot stay

or you'll eat my mind
and there'll be no one
to remind me of my time


that one time
we spoke for hours..

you told me
you were not me..

but I don't remember me


[what have you
turned me into ?]


am I still the same ?

or am I two

am I you ?

or are you me too..

stranger hiding in my brain
tell me my name

I beg you...



why are you always
fighting me ?

I was alone
so i made a friend
hoped it would work out
in the end
but in time
decisions weren't mine
we lost our minds
and left it all behind
i lost a friend
gained a lover
romantic in me
couldn't get eyes off her
i lost a lover
and than there was no friend
i gained pain instead
and that was the end

steel face may give away a smile
the ever happy may never smile again
temporary wounds , permanent scars
nothing remains the same again
burns it all to the ground
tales of ashes and bones
without it ,
you're just a heart of stone
you were alone
but you never realised
it comes and goes
and you're left paralyzed


stupid little thing called love
hangs like a sword above
you fall , you get hurt
stupid little thing called love