Tell me who you are.
Any old lie will do
Lies will get you far
They speak louder then you
You drive fast down the road
Specters of the past on your tail
They just add to your load
You hear them wail
Wailing so many different names
Ones i have never heard
Your an expert at games
So many lines blurred
At the next stop i leave
You hardly look at me
You hardly grieve
I could never see what you see

Staring at the mirror
Thoughts rushing in at once
I look in disgust
At someone who can't be loved
I find myself asking
Will he ever love me?
Can he ever love me?
The answer in my heart
Already says no

who dares love the crazy
the strange, the weird?
everyone strives to be perfect
yet i dont, for this i am "weird"
and nobody loves me
no one ever has
because they dont dare love
the crazy or the strange even
the weird, but thats all in their
heads, why? because they are
scared to be seen that way,
i dont understand that...
they all say be yourself but
once you do they push you to
the weird category whether you
like it or not, well we all have to label
ourselves somehow, if we dont
others will, its just a matter of time..
and if anyone dares say they love the weird
then i have a question
how come im still sitting here?
alone and unloved by everyone
who speaks to me, let alone sees me?
i know its just a claim and no one
will ever be able to love the strange

I grew up off of swing sets, hovering over puddles of discontent.  Monkey bars to skip through time, but hold past regrets.  A playground of land mines, to cause distance in my path.  But I ran around anyways, because i didn't have a place.  As the sun crept through the clouds, I knew I was safe.  She was right on the corner, ready to hold my finger, ready to wrap up the pain.  She watched me grow up and dismiss everything.  To take a step back and hide away.  And I am trying to fix this problem, but it gets harder when I slip.  Becuz no one understands these thoughts.  And i can't help but blame.  And though I don't want to be held, she holds me tight, and kisses back the pain.  She was always there, when I couldn't be, and didn't want to be.  And i never could give back, what she gave me, the best i can do is say i love you everyday.

Paint my walls and cover up all my small indents.  Get a ladder because there's more ground to cover, Ive spread like a three leaf clover.  I've never felt so unlucky in my life.  Ive always tried to have another leaf grow, but luck always lies.  

Just laying on the ground waiting to get picked, tossed away hardly looked at in so many ways. The wind carries me, who knows where it will take me.  Hopefully somewhere where I am picked and used as a gift.  To be in a vase or in someones hair to show off a look.  

Land on lawn, what a habit, hope to grow long, but am ******* kicked and cut and rubbed out what luck.  But ive never felt so unlucky in my life.  Ive always tried to have another leaf grow, to replace this doubt that consumes my soul.  Just laying on the ground waiting to get picked, tossed away hardly looked at in so many ways.  So get some dirt and a shovel because thats only way I would grow into something beautiful.

I paint the walls with the tar from your lungs.  And kick out the chair from beneath me.  Heres a moment where **** collides into beauty.  Where oxygen isn't needed to fill me.  And time becomes precious for now it's pretty.  A still life set in each room, flashing lights for exposure.  

What a fun disaster.  Eyes meant to burn, from each turn you take.  Scream as you may I am scarring your mind with this blade. You are trapped in an amusement park of red and white gowns. Not even clowns are this scary.  ******* run away but you better get used to staying.  And sow a smile on that face, because the doors are locked, forever.

So your eyes better be black soon or u won't have a soul left, to drag, home.  And here comes the minister, to marry u to this disaster.  A trap door set for victims that get pain out of pleasure.  Pain out of ******* pleasure.  To much ******* pain.  

So I paint the walls with the tar from your lungs.  And kick out the chair from beneath.  Heres a moment where **** is pretty.  So **** your life, this is your home now.  Get use to being dead on display.

I miss your voice even though ive never heard it, I miss your touch even if I can't feel it. I want your lips, cuz you wanted to be my first kiss.  You broke the shell that softened the blows.  Love made a hole that will grow.  Maybe i am just to nervous, with no blood flow. And now i can't stay away, but you're not here, there's just smoke.  I feel that our connection is being cut, and being to fade.  

Was this all a trap, or a joke.  You say that you love me, maybe i don't know.  I just feel that you're leaving my heart after you opened my soul.  Now i feel like a monster, who could love such a beast.  Howling in pain, and you're not here to wipe the tears away.  Looks like the doors open for more, **** in everything and lose all the love, and receive only dismay.  But my mind leads a stray, and thoughts pile up.  

I really do think you love me, for who could love a beast, with this face, his heart and claws.  I just wish that i could hold you tonight, maybe everything would be alright.  Please don't leave me, even though this might not work at all.  For I really do love you, i don't want to curl up in ball,  and go back to that shell.

If i dig where I sleep, have I been sleeping way to **** long.
My ears are plugged with dirt, and my teeth grind while I smirk.
The violin begins to play oh mary, and i begin to think iam not ready.
This heaviness of brick and wood play around my fixture.  

As I sit here not to care at its silent mixture.  My eyes already adjusted to this sharp picture, freeing me from life to another.  Please take me, drive me away
before I lose all my thought, i can't quit this now its all i got.  Please let me
go back, if i lose it now, i will lose all my color.  

**** my figure theres nothing left, but disaster, my waisted life and empty laughter. It has consumed me and played my time.  I dug where I slept and I gave it all up for best.  I ran away at all cost and it became dirt with the rest.