The world is sad,
you can see it on their faces.
The people who walk slower than others,
the people that don't look your way.
These are the people that know what life really is,
the ones that enjoy the rain,
the ones that are used to pain,
the me's and the you's of today.
They're easy to spot,
the world is full of them,
the ones inside on sunny days,
the ones that rarely show their pain.
Its not that they don't feel,
it's just,
they feel less,
from years of noticing the world is dull,
and always living with subtle stress.
These people deserve an applause,
these people are me and you,
the type of person, that average people,
tend to see right though.

I had a dream last night,
where I wrapped you in my arms,
I held on so tight,
that no one would ever bring you harm,
I kiss your lips,
you kiss me back,
nothing else is needed,
theres not one thing you lack,
at least not to me,
I'm simply just stunned,
and I just want you to see,
that it's you that I want,
hell you must know,
by now that it's true,
I'm deeply in love,
ive fallen for you.

I wish I was a sound, that no one else could hear,
a quiet little buzz, meant only for your ears.
You could keep me secret, I know you wouldn't share,
and even if you thought you might, I'm not sure they would care.
Shut out the word and listen here, and know I'm always close,
so when you nap you'll only hear, your quiet little ghost.

I do not believe this world is meant for us all.
I think that there are several types of people,
who are better off in a world of their own.
I am one of these people.
I am not particularly significant,
nor do I have any special talents.
I am passionately curious about life,
and all it has to offer.
I believe that people should bite off more than they can chew,
for I would rather choke on greatness,
than nibble on mediocrity.

It is not that I miss you,
but more so that you are missing from me.
If we had never had the pleasure of meeting each other,
I think somehow, I would have realized my life was not whole.
I feel that I would be forever searching for you,
without even knowing what I was looking for.
I love you for many reasons,
but when people ask what I love most,
I simply say,
it is because you do not love me like I am ordinary.
Your love roars louder than my demons.

Don't mess with me momma I'm a mighty good man,
I'd take a home in the woods by myself if I can,
I never thought much of the city and lights,
Never lost sleep while holding you tight till now,
until now.

So don't sing for me darling, no don't say a word,
You've got the eyes of a liar, and the heart of a bird,
We can stand all night in the cedar and pine,
Never though I was gonna lose my mind like this,
No not like this.

So reach for me darling through that dark tree line,
And take me home to the woods in the back of my mind,
Well press through the needles, add brush to the flame,
Then burn like the smoke in the back of my brain,
Please,
Just take me home.

Imagine that the world is not as it seems,
let us pretend, that the world has advanced at an exponential rate,
technology has excelled into what we would expect in a hundred years,
could we not than say, that perhaps we no longer live as we do now?
let us consider, today's technology,
and how we are able to provide simulations.
For instance,
we are able to predict the flight path of meteors to the second,
and are able to simulate entire universes,
on a simple computer.
So than let suppose, that technology has indeed excelled,
far past what we know today,
If so,
I would like to think that we are in a simulation ourselves.
Perhaps we are learning of a time when the world was primitive.
A time before technology had advanced so.
I would like to imagine that I am currently asleep,
with some kind of device,
portraying the world as it once were,
and when this life is over,
we will wake up in an entirely different place.
Or perhaps it is like the saying.
That life flashes between your eyes as you lie on your death bed.
If so,
than how do we know for sure,
that this life that we are living now,
is not that?
for instance,
perhaps I am on my death bed right now,
and this is my life flashing before my eyes.
No one has ever specified how quickly or slowly the flash is experienced,
so why couldn't it be at the speed that life was originally taken?
Perhaps we know nothing,
and the more we think we learn,
the more we are hindered by the unknown.
For I do not think that we can know anything for sure.
And for all of those that refuse to think other wise,
I feel sorry,
because no one knows what life truly is,
not one person can tell you for sure what happens after death.
For this reason,
I refuse to think,
that we are brought to the "heavens",
or rot in the ground.
I believe that we will never know.
And if we ever do,
we will look back on our past selves,
and realize that we were naive.
Nothing is as it seems.

What if we fail?
"Than we will simply try again".
What if I am too weak to continue?
"I will be your crutch, and we will continue together".
What if I am simply not good enough?
"You will always be good enough for me".
What if I fall?
"Oh my dear, what if you fly?"

**** it, I'm lost, but hell, who isn't,
and every time I find myself they want something different,
I get it,
I've never been the one to tell the truth from a vision,
and every time I try to speak, they don't ******* listen,
not my fault, never try, just to be,
someone bigger than myself, don't you see,
I never really wanted to be anyone else but me,
surrounded by the people who are convinced that they see,
everything is meant to be, but they crack at the seams,
lost, but it's probably my fault,
considering I've never once considered myself tall,
in the middle of a fall,
I'm lost as ****,
but honestly don't care at all.

Not once have I thought,
myself to be better,
not witty,
nor charming,
not funny,
nor clever,
I walk with a pace,
to be passed on by,
you look, and you notice,
I am hidden, inside.

Busy with a broad, a bitty, a girl, meant to mention that I never wanted to **** with your world, oh well, ain't lie, cant lie, love it, something about you give me something I always wanted. See I could say it to a ***** and it'd be meaningless, meaning that I dont ever see it being that real, now I feel, and I dont know how to deal, long leg, blonde hair, pretty girl you a steal. She a silent hero, chillin with the villains makin mad dinero, bitter with a vision n she's here all year bro, ****** up, drugged out, girl of the year though.

I'm probably lost underneath my hat,
it's scary, dark and cold,
I can see this being a place,
where I grow old.

I'll hide in the seams of my hat,
this seems like a nice place to be at.

You, wouldn't understand what's on my mind,
eyes too wide for the sun to shine.

I'm probably lost underneath your hat,
It's scary safe and warm,
and I can see it being a place where I am all yours.

So I'll pull the seams of my hat,
this seems like the right place to relapse,
and all that I thought that I had,
It was only a need to snap back.

You, wouldn't understand what's on my mind,
mind to wide for sun to shine.

When I was young,
I dreamt of being old,
now that I am old,
I dream of being young.
I wish that I was ten,
with the knowledge I have today,
that way I can do things different,
that way I wouldn't end up this way.
I wish that I could change,
but this is who I grew to be,
and now I fear I will always be,
the same, old, lonely, me.

It lingers,
it stings,
it holds me by the throat,
I breathe in,
but take nothing,
that's when I start to choke,
I gasp,
I struggle,
I'm desperate,
I'm dying,
the lights are all fading,
there's no use in trying,
beneath me the floor shakes,
it rocks and it tumbles,
the chair tips,
I realize,
that now I'm in trouble,
suspended in air,
yes this is my day,
I'm floating, I'm leaving,
yes far far away.

Do not hate,
hate is for the unkind, and the unloved,
hate, is what defines a man,
humanity, is what defines the world,
and we have taught the world to hate,
through our hatred, we come to create a world of suffering and misfortune,
we cannot continue to live in a life surrounded by hate,
and if it was not for man, hate would not exist,
hate exists only in man himself,
if every man and woman was to exclude hate from their lives,
life would be much different,
we could live a life that is free and beautiful,
but instead we decide to hate,
so I say be benevolent,
and maybe the world would learn to love.

Coffee stains on dresser drawers,
sprawled out on top of covers,
I don't think I could miss you more,
my one and only secret lover.
We said we knew, it wouldn't last,
and I don't think you're to blame,
but now I lie, with you on mind,
and come to see I'm not the same.
I feel, I am empty,
left saddened and blue,
my once secret lover,
I'm none, without you.

The girl with all of me,
has left me in the deep,
for now I must go, and rest my head,
I toss, I turn,
but never sleep,

for long I have dreamed,
of her at my side,
so tell me, why now?
my eyes are kept wide,

surrounded by many,
and noticed by few,
my one problem being,
unnoticed by you,

I miss you,
I want you,
I'm here all alone,
I'm waiting,
but tired,
so please come back home.

I'm try to talk to you, or rap to you, or say something that will last with you or stick with you, and maybe imma be that rapper that get to you. Written truths in a booth are rare, tryn find themselves at the top until they realize its just rainy clouds and colder air. All of em animals, cannibals, eatin children, rechannel em till theres nothing left, cant handle em. look, I'll be honest I ***** from waking up cause I'm nauseous coughin up ranchy *** popper rocks in the sink on the hook.

There is a feeling I strive for,
A feeling untouched by word,
A feeling of such and sound,
A feeling in which is heard.

I look, with open eyes,
But nothing, is too see,
I watch, like nothing else,
Aside, like wind and sea.

More than feel, I tend to think
My thoughts, they tend to stray,
To think of all the things to feel,
My thoughts are gone, I've none to say.

Hello, Goodbye, I bid you good day,
In search of this feeling, I go,
But before I depart, there is something else,
I will have no departure, before this you know.

I love, and have loved,
Upon you, But my word.
To find the things, I wish to feel,
To never let them go unheard.

This wasn't the way it was supposed to be.
We we're supposed to be together.
And now I sit here all alone,
Attempting to think of something clever.
                       I loved you.

There must be something more,
than nights spent with them,
and wandering though my mind,
and wondering where I am.
Their not so bad,
they tell me they've been watching,
they are my friends,
invisible, but haunting.
People say I've gone mad,
the voices shouldn't be heard,
at least not by someone sane,
but than again, I'm so unsure.
But to hell,
with all of the nonsense,
I know just who I am,
and have no room for other comments.
Alone in my mind I shall spend out my days,
alone,
but not really,
the voices are here to stay.