You sing yourself to sleep in an ice cold tub,
Life is cheap and so is a gun,
You shiver and make love to your cigarette,
Tonight your going down wearing a tin can baret,
You know, opurtunity is a simple game of russian roulette,
And so you ponder life one last time,
The life youve just traded in for a dime,
Biting down on the barrel, its cold and it numbs your lips,
Its but an inevitable prophecy like the solar eclipse,
through the muffled silence; youre singing,
-"Please, don't wake me, no, don't shake me
Leave me where I am, I'm only sleeping"

A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.

if I had the chance to disappear
I'd be so long gone
outta here
with no tears
or regrets
nor fears

people act like I don't exist
so why not become a living ghost?

I've given all of me away
there's no reason for me
to possibly remain sane

I gave my heart
to the one
who left

what else have I got to lose?

no one cares
unless you're pretty
or dead
but I am none
of those things
I am just me

my heart is shattered
and torn and bruised
all I ever was
was used
by the ones
who never cared

I meant nothing to you
to you, I was a toy
and it seems
you already found
a new one

people shock me
in how easily
they forget me
and how easily
they trick me
into thinking
they care about me
and that they love me

it's all just lies
they couldn't care less
whether I was dead or alive

I mean nothing to anyone
and I'm so used to the feeling
it is beyond sickening
that a person
learns to accept
that she is easily forgotten
easily replaced
easily used
easily hurt
easily destroyed
easily manipulated
easily a victim
to deadly toxins
such as love
and pain

no one should accept this
no one should accept
a dozen heartbreaks
a dozen disappointments

no one should accept the fact
that they are not loved
as much as they love
the ones who
took them
for granted

people never care
unless you're gone
and out of their reach
maybe then they
have some kind of guilt.

I want to be painted onto the canvas of your future
and carved into the floorboards of your past
my love for you is deeper than the Atlantic
and I am the tide
constantly returning to your shore line
no matter how many times I'm turned away.
I once asked my mother
what the most tragic love story was
and she said it was the story of the moon and the sun
Cursed to live apart for eternity
only meeting briefly
at dusk
but with that
comes the beauty of the sunset
and these bruises
they are proof that the color spectrum
Does not hold enough reds and blues
to paint my endless sea of love
On to the canvas of your future

Using another's inspiration for your inspiration
inspires only a certain formation
forming a gang for poetic stimulation
stimulates only a circle of relation
relative to your own congregation
congregating minds in a world of stagnation
stagnant thoughts like a writer's damnation
****** to reaching the same old destination
destined to be in your world of simulation
similar minds without much variation

Space ship spirit soaring soul
no kindness, no caring control
greedily gripping his golden goal
brainless ******* bellowing below

future for the fail-proof flight
tomorrow's tale is told tonight
looking at the lord-less light
fallen figures take to flight

pilgrims of the powerless pride
wings un-used until un-tied
debate the dreams once denied
gorgeous gloom begins to glide

Like a knee **** reaction
reacting to my dis-satisfaction
dis-satisfied with your distraction
distracting plan and course of action

like a melodramatic play
playing out day after day
daily it's the same old display
displaying anger and dismay

Like a kick right to the face
facing up to such a disgrace
disgraceful happenings in this place
placing others beneath your grace

People always ask me why I never attend school
I want to tell them "I'm too emotionally vacant to care"
"I know I'm not destined for great things" I'd announce
"I'll be dead before I'm 20,
I have no kids to look forward to
and no desire to marry"
So why should I spend 13 years of my life cooped up
Learning the value of x
when I cant even find value in waking up in the morning.