I awoke next to the precipice
and found I mirrored the void
A boy like me was meant not to create but to destroy.
We treat each other lives like the way children treat toys.

I tries to create truths out of your lies,
I would have a better chance pulling warmth from your eyes.
What you spoke was such beautiful inventions
You fooled me in that you matched my conviction
Can you tell that I'm bitter?
You gave me a cold shoulder to remind me it's winter.

I'll think of you ,from time to time
Not much else to do, can't make you mine
Just destined to orbit , never to collide
Not one of your secrets , just someone to confide
Your like a infection in my side , you roam all the empty spaces in my mind

Your my favorite book, with all the pages worn
Your my favorite pair of chinos, where only I know their torn.
The calming grace of a of overcast sky, but the of passion of a thunder storm .
All this winter , I've dreamt of keeping you warm.But you have a habit of being where I'm not. Being where I should be and where you are  is where I'm caught .

There is a lump in my throat
It stops everything I need to say
It is the stopper for all of my bottled emotions
Like a tumor it grows but it won't have the decency to **** me

It makes my thoughts race in my mind to mach the rhythm of my pacing feet.
It's as if I'm running from my myself, my skeleton trying to leave my skin
My heart needs a exodus from my body.
It can turn my legs into cement bricks and a mixture of saliva and feelings into a tide to smash the back of my teeth . My almost useless tounge into a noose for a lanky neck. I always have a lump in my throat.

My father always told me to do your best  But what if my best isn't good enough
A good life is a goal I can't reach
Still from your glass houses you still preach
A stable family life and money isn't something you can't teach
You can hide your flaws behind logo jackets and the newest smart phones
I drag mine across this stage because of a shattered  home and  these destructive thoughts that keep me from holding my own
Desinger outerwear and a iPhone six can't heal scar or broken bones
A strong male role model or a caring creator would still leave me to roam
So **** the hypocritical south and **** whistling Dixie
I don't think church or pharmaceuticals can fix me
So **** your dreams of Mayberry and this town I'll never miss
So **** the weight I carry and **** my last childhood wish
I could overcome and get away from all of this.

I wrestle with my existence
So why would I want a eternal one
But I understand the concept of a father
Giving up his only son I didn't ask be to your Prometheus
I didn't ask for any of this
I'm not you Adam,you didn't breathe life or love into this creation
I'm just a man with no soul or purpose
I only yearn for my own damnation
If I'm your own reflection
Then we are silhouettes of your worthlessness
So I sin without transgression
Because a eternity in hell over heaven would hurt much less.

I am a man without a country
A bird without the wind beneath its wings
Cold has been the winter of my ill-content
Spiraling to the ground like the leaves of October;my youth has been spent.  But I am none the  richer,  I have searched for clarity and only blurred the picture.
I let my words speak what I can't with my mouth. What's good the mind of a lion when I have the heart of a mouse? I've looked at myself,compared and contrast ; others have done  the same; that's why love does not last.
I've grown lonely with the wisdom from the less-walked path. It's hard to hold my head  high,  when the weight of the world is breaking my back.
I hope you'll look past the flaws in my nature
But that's not a very strong wager
How can someone with the sweetest smile
Leave such a bad flavor
The sun may set but will soon rise
So I'll wait out the night
To see if there's love in your eyes.

The sins of the father weight heavily on the son
There's blood on my hand for deeds I haven't done.
I've been drafted into a war that can't be won,
I opened my eyes to the barrel of a loaded gun
So I must be the one to break the cycle ,the family tree won't have another whiskey stained leave. I'm not a person that the bottle can keep