Mozzarella on my Pizza just burnt my tongue
Moral of this event:
" The one you love the most is the one who hurts you the most."

I feel like I should be tired,
But I feel like I should be dead.

And I feel like I should lock the doors of the prison in my head.

I have this twisted thought
On the tip of my tongue,
On the back of my breath

That when I'm waiting for sleep At night,
what I'm waiting for is death.

But it's pretty much the same, right?
Because no matter what you're Waiting for, it will always end that way, right?

While you're waiting for coffee,
You're waiting for death.

While you're waiting for the moon, you're waiting for death.

While you're waiting for the nightmares to leave you're still just waiting...

Waiting for death.

i have no real dreams to speak of
i speak of my nightmares even less
i am just trying to reach the peak of
that mountain, where i am blessed

material goals aren't what i talk of
spiritual goals, i talk of more
i am just trying to walk the walk of
those spirits who walked before

So struggle weary, I had forgotten how to fight
But now I smile as a stand above this battle site.
Because it was not me, sweetheart, it was you
And I have been rediscovered by someone new.