Temptations overwhelming.
I keep thinking why not,
why not indulge.
I have nothing to wake up for,
I have nothing,
I have,
I deserve,
I've been good.
I've done what others want to see,
I know I can fool them all,
it will only take a little convincing,
They won't know the difference between my words.
No one can see the real me,
No one can see,
No one,
Only you.

Time flies by
when you're having fun.
Time is life, so don't waste it
because you only have one.

But is life without fun
a life that's a waste?
Very boring and lazy,
nothing done with haste.

If life is fun,
then you are living it up.
things are always bright,
like a half-filled cup.

But then life, it goes by so fast,
passing in a blur,
always laughing and happy,
life whizzes and whirs.

Different people believe in different things,
it often depends on what a single life will bring.

So what will it be?
excitement or not?
lazy before death?
or give it all you got?

With his knife in hand
the blade brushes my skin.
So cold it burns
as sharp as a pin.

My blood oozes hot
as he punctures my chest.
All too soon,
my life is put to The Test.

I scream and I plead
for this suffering to end.
I twist and I lurch,
I kick and I bend.

But the pain, it persists,
and my heart begins to burn.
I scream as the knife
takes another turn.

Soon there is a hole
dug deep in the center of me.
Now my chest is wide open
out for anyone to see.

He picks out a massive knife
and slices my heart.
A piece for him
forever, never to part.

I scream in protest,
unwilling to give my heart away.
I do not want to be broken.
Should I not have a say?

He will not listen
no matter how much I plead.
He won't give back my heart,
even though it's what I need.

Instead he gets a needle
and, then, begins to sew,
but I want my heart back,
and continue to scream no.

My words disappear into the air
and he continues what he started.
Needle piercing in and out,
my heart forever being parted.

When he finishes, he walks away,
never to come back.
Leaving me to cry alone
and sob until my voice cracks.

And to this very day
my heart still aches,
because a piece of myself
he did take.

A touch,
it only takes one,
my mind comes undone.
I want only what I see,
set me free,
you hear my plea.
Your hands wander,
no time to ponder.
Essential satisfaction,
enact a chain reaction
in this disgracing interaction.
I'm buried beneath.
Thoughts break.
Body ache.
I shake.
Cessation.
Sensation.
Fixation.
No one gets to see this side of you,
the only one that's tried and true.

I'm not drinking
not tonight
I'm alright
it's really not a fight.
I mean did you invite me
just to spite me?
I only want a sip
put the bottle to my lip
refuel my ego trip
time passes
wine glasses.
Is that my cigarette lit
bathroom
floor
tears
fears
I don't have a problem.

Who's that girl
it cannot be me.
Does she want to be set free?
Maybe.
She used to come around often,
then hid in the blue moon.
Actualizing anarchy
Rain down depression
Monsoon
Not a confession
Utter confusion
Living this illusion
Dealing with this delusion.
She comes out to visit
illicit,
explicit.
Bottle of wine,
a wink,
a sign,
a drink,
not mine.
She isn't me,
that's my claim,
she isn't me,
she's to blame.

Let me spin my web of lies,
I can show you my tongue flies,
I will catch these subtle cries,
without you ever thinking she pries.
You have accepted what everyone buys,
but you're wise,
one step ahead,
feeding me what I fed,
standing up while I am lead,
slyly "believing" what I have said,
killing after I'm dead.
But me, being just as smart,
saw the pattern on the chart,
I've always had you, from the start,
had you pinned under my dart,
thinking about me when apart,
though keeping me out of your heart.
But you snuck into mine,
thinking you'd be fine,
keeping me in line,
giving me a sign,
making my eyes shine.
Now secretly my vine,
starts to entwine.
Our love isn't the same,
at the end of this game,
we both get our fame,
we both get our shame.