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Michael Pick Feb 2013
You have loved yourself and no one else
And you see what it's doing to others
When all they want is to offer you help
A younger you felt your mother
Use her fingers over shoulder blades to trace
The spot where she figured angels insert wings
But now, grey and rough is in their place
Broken skin, pale face, the blood it brings

To see them on the streets and they look coldly
Upon you as you're beaten and grow older
And you wonder sometimes have you fallen from grace
Oh, the feeling it gives you at times
To think that you've come from a greater place
Perhaps it was such a great escape
What if you passed, fell through Heaven's lace
What's it like, dear, to be an angel incarnate
Blaaaaaaah!
Michael Pick Feb 2013
Now you see me
Differences of opinion
Matters supersede
Why would I be quiet
This isn't destiny
Stop acting like it's set in stone
It's a matter of mentality
Not presidency over home
If you could get by
Without cutting throats
Do you see a reason not to try
Because I don't
Shouldn't you **** up your pride
Work it out

You've never seen a life so worthless
I thought every life meant something
But everybody's on their own
Taking shots at the fall of Rome
There isn't a reason for you to try
Maybe you should just
Sit back
For the ride

The world's run on greed
So it's **** your needs
For the American dream
I mean, take a  look at Steve
He doesn't care you're starving lean
And honestly why should he
When he's got a new car
Does big things at work
Then goes off to the bar
Gets drunk with forty friends
Then goes home to his wife on the fringe
While you're stuck out in the cold
What's life, and what's home
Welcome to the world where you'll never know

You've never seen a life so worthless
I thought every life meant something
But everybody's on their own
Taking shots at the fall of Rome
There isn't a reason for you to try
Maybe you should just
Sit back
For the ride

Why should we pay to feed
It's just a basic necessity
Can we barter, at least
Not everybody can eat
Each man's your brother
Each woman a sister
Oh, but why bother
We're just needless wishers

I've never seen a life that's worthless
Every life always meant something
Nobody should be on their own
We could stop the fall of Rome
There isn't a reason you shouldn't try
You can't just
Sit back
For the ride
Waaayy out of the 'lyric' book from when I first started writing... meh
Michael Pick Feb 2013
I notice there's some pain in me
Maybe I use it to elevate
My mind and ideas, it seems
It holds me down
If this is your decree
Just make some sound
Heal me
With your hands
And with all of your heart
Or most, if you can
I don't pretend to deserve saviour
But oh, would I adore it
Your voice, with words like Heyward
Would you want to, if you could
Save me, that is
Do you believe in better good
Or am I lost like ashes
To ashes and then I fall
My future
My fate
Rests with you
This one's not very good either! xD
Michael Pick Feb 2013
She made a shoe maker into a king
With just a nod, a smile, and a wink
Maybe just only for a day
They had created their
Kingdom come
But while his hands were tattered
And old
Her hands were the softest
And destined
To be
Great
I'm not really sure about this one, I wanted to try a different style. It's kind of about having whatever you'd wished for come true, but it not lasting because it couldn't. I dunno.
Michael Pick Feb 2013
So maybe I push people away
Yeah, maybe I'm waiting
I beg for you not to stay
Claiming that I'd just hurt you
The fact is that I'm waiting for her
Even though it won't happen
Maybe I need a voice of reason
I don't really know though
Maybe I need someone to shove in
Just force me to fall in love with them
Michael Pick Feb 2013
Who could fall in love with a boy who could not love
He who would claim that the world is so fruitless
If he sees a lost cause; then so he is one
Who's writings are Godless and doleful
Such sinister words he speaks, thus must believe
To be alone is what he seems to want
Or maybe for society to kneel at his feet
What goal could he so plainly see
That he would pass all faith this way
So ascetic of human comfort and passion

Who is this man, or rather still a boy
I can't find exactly what is he
He has better hopes for you and your kind
Already forsaking himself and change
If Lucifer was cast from Heaven for love
Then this child was cast from Hell for hate
He understands the collapse of civilization
In a way more subtle than prophetic sayings
There is no void or lack of care in heart
Just experience too young he takes

He lives just to reclaim
Life from greed and mistakes
Yuuuck.
Michael Pick Feb 2013
Separate hearts could beat two at a time
It's yours and of course mine
But mine is withered and shallow
It beats just half to your one
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