In the pursuit of happiness
I have been cutting the
toxins out of my life and darling,
I'm sorry you had to be one.
You only kiss me when you're
drunk and I have a bad feeling
you would always chose her over me.
And to my best friend, I'm sorry I
was always a second option to you,
but in order to heal i will not settle
for anything less than first place.
And to the man who thought he could
heal me, I always told you that this
was a one man job,
and it was made just for me.
You see i'm not in search for something
that can heal me,
I'm in search for a light,
Maybe just something a little
less broken than me.

take my heart,
tear it apart,
rearrange the parts,
restart me and
turn me into art.

Can I be a Harsh Mystery?
I feel uncomfortable and I can't breathe here for much longer
Let me leave,
Let me be and I'll run clear of here,
Somewhere no one can find me,
Maybe I'll be me again until
Something I need gets here.