he took my life right out of my hands
remodeled my hopes, redesigned my plans
and I cannot resent him this
because that incompetence is something I will not miss
this rope is woven with intellect
I view it now as impossible to neglect
but with knowledge comes pain
and suddenly all he made me do was in vain
watching him walk away
I lose my position of being his clay
and I'm unable to model myself as I hoped
but with faked vanity I still grip this rope
I just want to understand
to have my apprehension expand
the world presents itself as so dark
that alone has left its mark
I need to weave in this rope myself
because he cast me to the emptiest corner in hell
all this that haunts my mind
the answers I delusively search to find
he only gave me a taste of this insight
and left me with a curiousity I refuse to fight
I need to find out more about me
maybe then I'll make him see
but no matter how many words I said
my modeler never figured out my head
the artist who couldn't make sense of his creation
this rope is here to destroy our relation
so he can move across the nation
and I'll sit here and try to perceive
all the things that drove him to leave

I sit here watching people rip themselves apart
is this quite horrible?
I'd like to view it as an art
  
it's beautiful to watch but terrible to see
I'm at a loss for words
and your engulfed in misery
  
everyone is silently breaking down
"does this group include me?"
I ask while disintegrating into the ground
  
just cry it out my dear
you're growing
his face, those hearts, your fear
  
my pessimistic outlook must end
I'm ruining myself and everyone
so I'll type this message and never press send
  
"goodbye, my love,
goodbye"

well darling I'm so sorry that you had to see
the harsh way the world can be
the places one mistake will lead
forcing a mother to leave her son in need
but it's not his fault
no it couldn't be
  
and now that all this has been called to your attention
you can make sense out of the grim words I mention
your last bit of innocence is depleted
it's terrible because, poor boy, this is the last thing you needed
but it'll be okay
don't look so defeated
  
i'm telling you the world is something you should not loathe
and I know I can't talk, but honey please don't
you should learn not to dwell on the past
because everything can change with a simple crash
you can move on
this never lasts

I try to contemplate why
you don't try
I have done everything I could to be what you wanted
and you, you're not everything I wanted
in my head I list your flaws
oh I could go on and on
about everything you handle wrong
and by this I realize I proved right your theory on a lover
that people fall in love with an idea, not eachother

oh she is abandoned in that field
dancing alone to an imaginary tune
waiting for the sun to set
so she can gaze at the moon

running through the tall grass
picking flowers to put in her hair
blissfully alone
she doesn't know I'm there

I can't seem to read her face
because her smile is a contrast to those big blue eyes
why is she hiding
when she doesn't notice my disguise?

staring blankly at the sun
finally she settles on a stone
her palms are scathed
and she believes she's on her own

she begs the relinquished cabin to hold still
so she can climb the walls
she sits contemplating existance
and hoping she doesn't fall

as time goes by I continue to watch
sickened, I reveal myself hastily
and deviantly she is not surprised
all along she's been my angel watching me

as deeply as this envious state crawls into my bloodstream
I could never desire the admiration you receive
because you are cherished only for your beauty
no person commends the light you shine oh so ever brightly
you're not appreciated for your aptitude
your dreams are disregarded among the souls of the ungracious
I pity you as you dwell in your permanence in the sky
forsaken is your very existance
you are doomed to that title for an eternity
so while you are worshipped by millions
it is a shallow approbation
and I would rather be loved by no one

oh how misleading time can be
never to bring out ones good
because evil in you is all I can see

retracing these steps will get you nowhere
but journeys like this are pointless
we should just turn around and head back there
then I'll be a hypocrite
and I refuse to be you

complications like this simplify reality
because we're ready for what's next
we can turn our lives into a story

you told me I'd never be satisfied with that life
as if you remember
it's way too easy for me
thanks to you I'll never be content
thanks to you I can't be happy

I have to fix this problem now
with time never on my side
it's getting worse against my vow
I'll listen to the clock tick
as I watch you smoke a cigarette
and I think "oh what a hypocrite"

I'm running out of time before you run away
too bad I've gone insane
it makes our state seem so inane

just repudiate me like before
crawl up in the garbage you call a lifestyle
and don't get mad because you're pushing me away even more

I consider it more as time goes by
that you can never be helped
you are draining me of my life
I accept that you won't be fine
my last days won't be spent on you
and that only kills me in sooner time