Often times I find myself
Desperate for company
Even when it's an inconvenience

The revolving door perhaps?
Keep my mind off of this
Let's go to the bar
Maybe catch a flick?
Hell, even sit down and watch TV

But when I return
It always gives me bliss
Oh loneliness,
How you taste so good

They say that " What doesn't **** you makes you stronger "
I would like to say you made me stronger
But I think you bored holes and dug crevices in my heart
And as I pump your presence throughout me
You rush into every tendon, every sinew, every fiber of me.
I guessed I became you.

I didn't want to be a monster initially
I had no idea that my pulse would weaken
With every smile i cracked, every word I exchanged with you.
I didn't know when I lost my pulse, the exact moment my heart gave up the struggle.
I thought you tasted like ambrosia
But you are toxic - deadly - to my soul.
I didn't want to admit it when you left my side,
But I guessed a small part of me knew that you had poisoned me with darkness.

When he took over your presence,
I didn't want to let him in.
I am afraid that when he take my hand in his,
He would find no pulse.
I can foresee his shock and his apprehension
How long can I hide that my heart no longer beats for anyone?

You left me, but you left parts of you with me.
Your coldness, your detachedness and your darkness.
I can't look into his eyes, can't look through those tinted hazel brown windows to discover more.
I am afraid that I will steal his soul
And like you, maybe I would not give it back.

Pervert

I'm a womanizer and a pervert,
love to mingle, love to flirt.
Like Fonzi, all chicks flock,
they like the size of my clock.
Ever since I was born,
loved naked women and ****.
Nothing like playing with my favorite toy,
with the newest edition of *******.
Sorry I have a ***** little mind,
all men do, women don't be blind.
Lots of women have tried to convert me,
but a fun loving pervert, I will always be.
Been with a ****, been with a *****,
only difference is, the **** wants more.
Been with singers, actresses and models,
done it underwater, with a snorkel and goggles.
Been with a doctor, lawyer and a crook,
each time, I somehow got took.
I'm a pervert it a good way,
just some innocent ****** foreplay.
If you ever see me, I'm not threat,
they haven't invented x-ray glasses yet.
I now have a woman I really love,
all other women, I got rid of,
Gave my black book to a kid named Bieber,
now he's in jail and feeling very eager.

Would you beat your body with your own fists?
Would you scream aloud at yourself for what you did?
Then why do you let your thoughts take control?
Why do you so easily allow your anger to take the fall?
There's a fine line between love and abuse.
That's something we should explore and choose.
It's so easy to taunt ourselves with the things we lose.
It's what we do, whether we beg or refuse.
The truth is that loving is the hardest part,
but cruelty is the roughest.
If the world was perfect,
we would acknowledge the distinction between the two.
We'd live happily as self-love makes the rules.
We would bend and break as we always do,
but the consequences wouldn't offend us as much
or be as crude.
There's a fine line between love and abuse.
The difference is the flight we take,
the ride we want,
and the weakness we fake.
It's a lifeless game,
this life we live.
So when you sin and sin,
will you beat your body with your own fists?
And when the times get hot and out of control,
will you talk yourself out of grace and forgiveness?