I’ve been cut in half
A magic trick gone awry
And all I can do is laugh
What good would it do to cry

This all came about by chance
I never thought I’d be the one to feel Gods mighty wrath
But I was, and it’s just fine
Truly, I don’t mind

I volunteered to take the stage
Knowing full well I wasn’t to be paid
And so the story goes
No time to weigh all the cons and pros

Because I’ve been cut in half
I really don’t mind and it’s good for a hearty laugh
The magician pulled out a rabbit from his hat.
Amazing!, how bout that,
How bout that, how bout that.

It’s just fine, it’s just fine, it’s just fine
I’ve embraced my fate
It’s all just a matter of time

I wish he’d taken the time to hone his craft
So people wouldn’t get cut in half
There’s nothing more we can do but laugh
You know I’ll never tell if it ever comes to that

The half of me feels so plain
Tears are running down my face like heavy rain
But it’s really not his fault
The magic show must go on after all

I’m dying now or about
I can make myself disappear without a shadow of a doubt
My time on earth is
dwindling down
Dwindling down
For the final count

Ten, nine, eight, It’s all come down to fate
Seven, six, and five,
It’s been one hell of a ride

All is fine and soon I’ll be gone
This is real, and not some wild and crazy con
So I guess this is goodbye
There is no bandaid big enough for keeping me alive

You all have been so kind
This is weighing heavily on my mind
I hold my breath for the thousandth time
It’s just fine, it’s just fine, it’s just fine.
I say goodbye.

Some like to selfie
Some like bad jokes
Some like to inspire
Some like to boast

Some like to interact
Some like to teach
Some like to learn
Some like to preach

Some like to be bitter
Some like cartoons
Some like the winter
Some like balloons

Some like to imagine
Some like what’s real
Some like to take action
Some lack ***-appeal

Some like to take risks
Some like to eat
Some like to torture
Some like to feast

Some like to entertain
Some like the peace
Some like to remain
Some like the beach

Some like to dive in
Some like to set sail
Some like to bet horses
Some like to prevail

Some like to seek heaven
Some like to sin
Some like to pretend
Some like to win

Some like the meaning
Some like the routine
Some like canaries
Some like their dreams

My perennial quest for certainty, in a river of deceit
Trouble always finds its way
Like glue, it sticks to me
Awoken by my own accord,
Just a fool with shattered dreams
Unsure what I’m trying to say
But my soul now feels at ease.

Nervous, biting lip.
Hands on hips.
Stares at ****.
Gets caught and dips.
Runs, but trips.
Karma, *****.