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all my days keep on disintegrating
while I'm standing in place, just waiting
thinking one day, things will change
that I'll be loved because I'm strange

but nothing shifts, time still ticks by
as I rot in place, waiting to die
life's right there, but I can't reach
I'm ****** dry by a ghostly leech

the trees all sway and wave this way
I'm not sure what they have to say
but they tickle me with their leaves
as branches drop off from the breeze

I've stayed too long, I've stayed too little
I've learned too few diddies on the fiddle
my life's too short, my death's too long
I'm dead inside, I've lived too long

If only I were lonely
Maybe then you could hold me
Never looking for forever
Let us never lay together

i thought i was dead when i woke up in my own *****
and my head ached with pains of you; leaving me unable to remember what day it was

it's been sixteen months since i've tasted you

but your flavor still staggers over my tongue
and leaves a stale and unpleasant numbness in my mouth

i've crashed my car too many times
on nights when i was heading straight toward your headlights
and waiting for that sound
to let me know it was true

we were a disastrous and destructive stampede of animal feet
plowing through the only things that should have mattered
and leaving them in the dust

i've killed you too much and too often

and without you breathing by my side
how am i supposed to know that i'm still alive?

There are 10 kinds of people in this world,
and binary accounts for them all.

They're happy and sad.
They're ones and zeros.
Villains and heroes.
Villains, yet not all bad.
Despite everything life decides to hurl;
Despite every brick ball of fear
Through the stained glass windows of their minds,
Through it all, they survive.
They're angry and glad.
They're happy and sad.

And in their duality, they're still smiling there
at your sharp hasty words
at your venomous hurt
that you wish so desperately they, too, shared.