If it is our place to burn, then let me burn
if it our place to go to hell,
then i will burn with a grin
knowing my only sin
was my parents creating me

ironic isn't it,
that my parents said no theatre
but they get mad unless i act
like the perfect son that i am not

When you're up on stage,
It's like time slows.
Your breathing is more focused,
Your heart beats a little faster.
You go out there and own it and do your very best,
Because there's no point in embarrassing yourself,
With a little pity thing called fear.
The rush of adrenaline pours over you,
And like that you're addicted.
You crave the curtain opening,
And the applause at the end.
Your heart drops when you miss a line,
Or fumble on a word.
The stage becomes your life,
And consumes you,
As if acting was a drug.

one simple question,
why do i exist?

Dont cry when I leave.
I've been ready to go for a life time it seems.

Another sleepless night
Haven't slept in a week
Lacking any delight
Body growing weak
Out look remaining bleak

3 weeks or so
Since we did that show
And now I'm alone
Yes I got a phone

But no one to call
Not even ghostbusters, fall
Is far off and till then I fear
Nothing from "friends" is what ill hear

Nightmares are back
Puting my mind under attack
Constant reminders of mistakes made
And that memories of you refuse to fade


But that doesn't matter, does it
The truth is , I act like I don't
Need anyone or anything,
But I need something in my
Life to be constant, aside from
The constant of being told I may move again

how can i be happy,
when i left the one
who makes me whole

how can i be human
when i seem to
lack a soul