It was I suppose,
Her pencil skirt that did me in.
Never trust a man,
Who says otherwise.  

It was I suppose,
His chiseled chest that did her through.
Never trust a woman,
Who makes you believe otherwise.

For all his intelligence,
All her enamour.
All their dreamy thoughts,
That bloom like spring meadowed flowers.

What we see first,
Both spikes and hairfalls.
Is the beauty of the body,
The perfection that we've been taught.

We're the imperfect victims,
Of a perfectly perpetuated society.
Taught to tread carefully,
Through the blurred lines deviously disguised.

We are taught to love,
By the love lost loner.
We are told to be tolerate,
By the taunted jilted moaner.

Ooh fickle life,
what a sullen lie.
Ooh hopeless future,
Defeated before you even tried.

Aaaah the Heaven above,
A safe haven for the lying scums,
A repentful cry and all is forgiven.

Aaaah the Hell below,
A labyrinth for the hollowed souls,
A tear for love and all is lost.

Aaaah the Earth that's here,
A truly wondrous place,
The hateful get loved,
The lovers get lost,
The lost find roads,
Entwined in another's soul.
The souls ride free,
In an excuse of a body.
A thoughtless zombie,
Just trying to be free.

But all that keeps us going on,
Is the thought of the Angles,
Above and Beyond.

I lost too many games to you,
I lost my heart in our last feud.
I lost a bit more that shimmering night,
I lost my friend in a battle of likes.

That one girl,
Stole both our hearts.
A pretty minx,
Who called us apart.

The string was thin,
Atleast for me.
I could only,
Find defeat.

The game was yours,
To begin with.
I was there,
To fit your win.

The girl was yours,
From the word said go.
But I was lost,
In that to and fro.

I repent my sin,
To your holy grace.
As I walk out,
With no face.

A lifeless lover,
Alone in dreams.
Who tried to discover,
What true love means.

The fault was mine,
To spark the skew.
Which left us here,
In the moment of truth.

But know this still,
I love you more.
You are my brother,
Forever long.

Words flow simple,
Without a thought.
When you're in love,
And she's far beyond.

But the closer she gets,
The harder it seems.
To be the same love,
That made you lose sleep.

Nights filled with wonder,
Are now spent with her.
The nearer she gets,
The further you disappear.

Infatuatingly frightful,
Infuriatingly close.
Her love deems you mindless,
Wondering what went wrong.

For everything is right,
But the world seems hazed.
A misty might,
A question in the glaze.

But 'hush she whispered'. He's under your bed. Say goodbye now, for he's forever dead.

Their senses fade, his through alcohol, hers through his words.

Tick, he pulled out his car.
Tock, his wheelbarrow wouldn't go far.

Tick, his phone battery was dead.
Tock, another lost bed.

Tick, Armani or guess?
Tock, food or medicine?

Tick, another drunken night.
Tock, the body pile grew high.

Tick, his coffee grew cold.
Tock, three drops or four.

Tick, born at 11:30.
Tock, born at 11:31.