I hate that I can still smell you
On my sheets long after you leave
Because when I fall asleep at night,
(Alone, like always)
It's your scent I breathe.
It's a constant reminder that I'm lonely
And that you don't love me
(you only love to **** me)

And a woman who held a babe against her ***** said, "Speak to us of
Children."

And he said:

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts.

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit,
not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you
with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;

For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that
is stable.

That day you find out there's someone else
It makes you question your every being
You want to change but you find you can't change others
Think of all the wrong and trying to be good
Or doing bad since there's no benefit in being good
You want to know why but there's no explanation
Been loyal and true turns out your cold and blue
I looked out while you stabbed my back to get to my heart
The though of you is disappointment not bother with you
Take your guilt feel it instead of dumping it on others
The day I changed was the day my heart beats with you out of my system
Your like an ad ducting I've over come because you make me weak and burn me out

A fairytale not many can relate to
A paradox not many can understand
The fusion of ions
The immense ritualistic ways of comprehension
Are you following me still?
Slightly confused by the previous words?
Yeah same here
I don't know much anymore
Poetry went wacky
Seriously, it's repulsive
I don't even make sense of the emotions
That every metaphor or simile has to offer
I lost in confusion
Who's side do I fight on
Who's side will be the most beneficial
Do I side with something that has always brought distress
Or do I side with something that has always brought me synthetic emotions
Confusion, oh oh, confusion
What do I do when I'm so ******* confused
Yeah I just sang those two lines
I'm bored
Being confused is a *****
Russian roulette could bring more results
You have to love Russians
They have the best liquor
And they have the best games
I love Russia
Maybe I will move there one day
I'm confused
What was I talking about again?
Oh yeah right me being lost in confusion
Eh you get the point
I don't know what to do anymore
Just drown in darkness some more

Beautiful dreams
  of making art from glass
  and then giving it away to people who ask…

Our bodies entangled
  ******* like the knots that were in my stomach
  at the beginning of eve

Dissipated
    like the shore washed by the great sea

You are
    the best parts of me