Stay fierce
Stay free
Stay passionate
Stay questioning
Stay independent
Stay wild
Stay young
Forever

Who are you that I am so unworthy of your time?
Or simply of your glance?
I pity you
And your foolish pride

I pity the weak
I pity the poor
I pity you
And your foolish pride

I pity those too far gone to see the damage they’ve done
To see the bridges they’ve burned
On which they can never return
I pity you
And your foolish pride
I pity you.

Can’t even breathe
Tripping
Falling
So far down
Sinking now
Six feet under the ground
Shouting
Can’t hear a thing
Deaf to the cries for help
Deaf to the pleas for sanity
Pinch me I’m dreaming
Can’t feel a thing
Numb to the hurt
Numb to the
Cold shoulder
That I’ve turned on the world
Your voice in the back of my mind
Pushing me closer to the edge
Of the knife
Sharpened to a point
Aimed to ****
Ready to cut
Through the tension in the air
Free falling
I’m calling
Out
No service
Just count me
Out
For this round
And round we go
Who’s right anymore?
We don’t even know
I just wanna go
Far away
On an airplane
To a new place
With a new take
On life
Come help me out
Of this hole I’ve dug
Myself into
So far down
Reaching out
Hold me now
Can’t see the stars
Or the hope they bring
Me back
To the way things were
To the way things ought to be
When it seemed like life
Was lived more simply
I’m starving for air
Can’t even think
Suffocating under the pressure
To be
Everything
To carry the weight
Of the world on my back
Turning a blind eye
To the sense I’m losing
Wishing on the stars I’m seeing
Spinning round my head
To grant me strength
To take one last breath
And lift my head
To scream out shamelessly
As I pass into
Infinity.

Eyes eventually tell everything that man had hoped to hide.

Franticly evading telling the truth that torments and tempts to break free, man forever fights to keep the fierce feverish fire, inside his fragile existence, cooled and contained.

Reluctantly reconciling rash reasonings riotously retained and rightfully remembered he realizes no room remains for remorse or regret.

Had warnings been headed, harsh words and heated discussions would have ceased to have been carelessly created to counter the creeping crawling suspicions cornered within.

Vanilla yogurt and strawberry cream
Hint at the beginning of a very dull dream

Eating breakfast, how exciting
The end of my nails, I’m enthusiastically biting

Let me dream of something exhilarating
Not sitting at my table waiting

I’d rather dream that I could fly
Or travel the world in the blink of an eye

Swim underwater without ever breathing
Win in Vegas without ever cheating

Box in a ring for the world title
Become a judge on American Idol

Fly to Paris and date Johnny Depp
Dance on Broadway and not miss a step

But here I lay and begin to dream
Of vanilla yogurt and strawberry cream.