I feel trapped in this world, with no way to escape
I tap upon the glass of my subconscious mind
But they echo no more from my room of confinement
And instead they vanish. **** and leave me behind

I've thought this over thoroughly but never had the gall
To step down to that crooked slab of asphalt underneath
Instead, these thoughts, they bounce around and cause a chain reaction
That exposes daily reasoning as a sword without its sheath

The sheath; a sense of normalcy, not elsewhere to be found
Overcome by spikes in temper, putting ties in danger
Of whom I love and whom I ultimately care about
Suddenly and unbeknownst to me, becoming strangers

Depression dulls the blade's sharp edge
Where confidence had once been rested
Anxiety loosens the hilt with doubt
Rendering potential nigh ineffective

Hatred of person in all past events
Where regret is an outlying feature of memory
Hesitance an outlying feature of future
And behind is left a feeling of agony

To top it all off, there's the constant harassment
Where progress in peace achieved is a minimal
Where the freedom of speech is abused as a right
By these sadists of mankind, true message subliminal

Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me
Was the biggest lie ever told to children
As they cut deep psychologically

But no matter how down in the dumps I become
I never give up and I strive for the best
So when I finally get to stare Death in the face
I can welcome him warmly with a gentle caress

From the time
When I first met you online
It gave me butterflies; anxiety
To think of when I'd meet you in real life
And when I did, it made me happy
Just to know that you would love me
And in this song, I'll say the same

My heart is warm
I hope it never ends
And I'm glad to have you
As my best friend
You're lovable
In every single way
And if we're far apart
I'll find a way to stay
By your side

Close your eyes
Just take a second of your time
To think back to when we met
We didn't know how far we'd come
But here we are right now
And to think, what we have been through
I'd prefer to say I love you
But I think there's so much more to say

My heart is warm
I hope it never ends
And I'm glad to have you
As my best friend
You're lovable
In every single way
And if we're far apart
I'll find a way to stay
**By your side

I'm sorry, my dear.
I try not to miss you, but it's hard.
I feel discarded even though that wasn't the case.
You ended our partnership by completely justifiable terms,
And you are the most wonderful person I could've met,
But I can't move on even though you felt I'd be happier doing so,
Instead of waiting for you to readjust your life
When the truth is I'd be happier waiting.

I'm sorry, my dear.
I'd like to apologize; you're still on my mind nearly every hour.
You're an intruder of my thoughts, but welcome in my arms.
You sit in silence in my subconscious,
As it yells to you to answer, to assure me that you still love me.
And it drives me insane, because I know you still do.
What I don't know is if you still want me or not,
But I know that I want you way too much.

I'm sorry, my dear.
I don't know where to go from here.
I'm not sure if I should fight for you, or if I should go completely.
I'm leaning towards a compromise to be casual with you,
But I'm unsure if that would do me more harm than good.
I never understood what bitterness and jealousy was
Until I loved you, and I found myself finding other men vile
Merely for sharing a common passion: you.

I'm sorry, my dear.
I should leave well enough alone.
Perhaps it is better for us to be apart,
But I just don't see it yet.
But all I can see in the future is you or a void of confusion and emptiness,
So you can see why I'm having such a hard time picking the latter.
I know I should live in the moment and not the past.
But the past was the happiest time of my life.

I'm sorry, my dear.
I wish I could make you understand.

I wanna witness...

The energetic synergy within the city limits
Pulsing with adrenaline as yesmen do business
With mysterious gentlemen in worn and weathered tenements
Indifferent of the minutemen surrounding the premises.

A genesis and exodus of textbook corruption
Eruptions of Congressmen abruptly interrupting
The voice of the denizens; citizens distrusting
The integrity of every legislation made in history

And the mystery surrounding all those slimy politicians
Discussing their envisionments and policies like madmen
Disgusting in their ways, protecting church and state,
In the government we pray: Amen.

Love is not a contest
It's unlike any congress
In which both parties throw in their two cents
To dismiss a common nuisance
Of who loves who more or even less

Love should be of equal parties
A bond so resilient, bright, and hearty
One body halved and separated
Leaving two figures devastated
Until they find each other's heartbeats

Love should never be about triumphing
It's about two souls intertwining
It's about sharing each others toils
In hopes to knot their mortal coils
And to be blessed by fate and timing

In short, love is too sacred and fragile a view
To argue about who loves who more: me or you.

Flashback to a few months ago,
When the apple of my eye began to cry
About how I never tried to make a move with her
And why I couldn't break out of the prison of my paranoia-ridden mind
But she still supported me thoroughly through and through
So, to repay her for her thoughtful kindness
I finally made my move.

My heart raced and kept pace with my purest of emotions
Time slowed from seconds to minutes
My movement became ever so minute
As I leaned closer and closer
I felt an attraction
Almost magnetic
And I couldn't pull away from her lips
It was magical
Disaster averted, no tragedy
Had taken advantage of me that day

I oftentimes realize my inability
To speak outright about my personality
I oftentimes don't know where to start
Which leads to a brain ****
Of catastrophic proportions
And unable to contort my words into sentences
I simply give up, the subject unfinished

Because of this tragic disability in my speech
I feel that my way of expression is weak
And the many things I want to say
About anything in general comes back to stay
In my mind, in my brain, in my train of thought
And entails to derail from the tracks
The entrails staining the grass

But when I get behind a keyboard
My ideas become fluently versed
Almost rehearsed
And I search for a chat
That'll cover a vat
Of subjects at the bat
The words flow from my brain
Through my veins
To my heart
To my arms
And out of my fingers and onto the screen
Where, for once, I can clearly read
What I wanted to say
And smile with glee
As I finally make
My testimony

There's both pros and cons* to being a boy with a heart of gold.
You see, gold is a malleable material; it's easy to mold.
I'd give anything, everything just for somebody to love,
So I roll the dice; compromise. I guess that isn't enough.

So when the *love of my life rears her ugly head, and I'd rather be dead instead of single.
I made the best of a bad situation but I never saw the worst in people.

There's both pros and cons to being a boy with a mind of stone.
You see, it's easy to shut out the world, but I feel so alone.
I'd do anything, anything, just for somebody who cares.
I can't point the blame, what a shame. I guess that it's only fair.

So when a new opportunity comes around the corner, I'm unfortunately not able to mingle,
'Cause I make the worst of the best situations, and I never seem to take to the best of people.

But there's no pros, only cons, for being afraid to love,
'Cause you'll sit back and cherish those moments from Heavens above.
And there's no pros, only cons, to shutting out those who care.
'Cause maybe you'll realize that life wasn't being unfair.

There's no pros, only cons when you don't know the pros,
So you think that they're gone, but no one can know.
I hope you can see how I stay optimistic.
Just take it from me: The hopeless romantic.

So when the love of my life turns her pretty face, and she smiles so gracefully walking down the steeple.
I'll make the most of what life has to offer, when I finally meet the best of people.