John 3:16
For God so loved the world
That keeps me going
Life can be rough
But He is always there protecting
Those of us who need a little help
Dealing with the evils of day to day existence
Struggling just to get by
In a broken world
Full of cruelty and pain
With no respite
Except His love
Keeping us safe
Never letting us be alone

I hate that I love you
Its that day of the year
A time for romance
Hands held, and love
But you are gone

Dark red stains on clean white sheets
Cracked pencil sharpeners, missing a piece
Angst and loneliness spelled out in blood
Bitter and afraid, longwing for the one I loved
To save me from this wreck
That has become my ******* life
Trapped inside a world
Where I can't get any respite
From the pain, oh the pain
That makes death seem like the only escape
And as the artist turns back to his canvas
He carves a heart
Broken and empty
On his pale white skin

Its just past midnight
And the scent of you lingers
Caught in my hair
And my chest, where you laid your head
Smelling of lavender
Pure beauty
And as  I light my last cigarette
I look up towards the heavens
And ask why in the world
You couldn't be mine

**** man, life changes fast
Look back 6 months, and what did I have?
Mid August, hot as hell
In love with a girl, and I couldn't tell
That my life was soon to be on a collision course with death
Wasting away until my last breath
Driving around then, laughing all day
Home at night now, carving away
Living two lives, all at the same time
Wake up in the morning, slap on a mask
Its winter now, and nobody asks
How I've been
Hey Dan, do you need a friend?
Well, I suppose they do
But not in the way I can give a real answer to you
Because I feel like a drag weighing down on your fun
Since I'd give anything to stare down the barrel of a gun
With a little click I could fade into the night
And say goodbye to this torture that we call life

Somebody out there
Is fighting a war
And that war is over nothing
But the perceived imperfections
That they find in themselves

Discovering problems when none are there
Without realizing the lack of substance
Just created villains out of air, not understanding reality
But for them, the problems were always there
And they weren't self made, they just occurred

And the war over that which is not real
Is the bloodiest conflict in history
With casualties every day, battles every night
Men and woman, adults and children perish
Fighting for a cause they don't understand
That those on the outside can't see

Because this war is in hell
And hell is a state of mind
And when there, every moment is a struggle
To stay alive and hold back the demons
Swarming through your mind

Originality is dead
Everything that can be done
Has been done
And creativity is a joke
Because the words he writes
Have been said a hundred times in a hundred different ways
Better or worse, its the same
And that sameness is suffocating
For an individual is the highest from of life
And the mob has overwhelmed him
To the point where he can't see why
He should bother fighting for his life