A note is played and then a song
Everything is great but the notes sound wrong
My heart aches but the crowd applauds
I stand up to bow and nearly faint
There is nothing wrong except your late
Now I know why I ache
It is because I play with my heart but it is just to late

Your always so chill
Even when you just climbed a hill
Maybe that's why your name is Bill
Or maybe its because you married Jill
So please try not to **** me
When I tell you that Dill
Just broke your new grill

It happened again
I'm torn off
Yet again my feelings are ripped apart
There is nothing left but emptiness and regret
Blaming myself for everything that went wrong
But I won't forget the hurt and how bad things got
But I guess now it doesn't matter
Because I'm in the trash
I'm always your band- aid

The swirls in my mind just won't rest
They turn until they are worn and rusted
Nothing will will stop them until I learn to rest my poor troubled mind
I wish there was something to ease this burden
Something warm and kind
But the world has nothing left for me
Because my love is dead and gone

Tired of believing
Tired of hoping
I love something bad
But no one is there to tell me its wrong
So what's the harm when no one knows what's going on?
Just forget it, this is all wrong
Keep living your life knowing that I'm staying strong

Life is like a puzzle
Having to move them around in every direction
Trying to fit the pieces just right but you mess up every day
Although sometimes pieces become lost and the puzzle isn't full
As long as you never do your puzzle alone, you won't have to worry about living life and not being whole

Wings of scribbled parchment
Eyes the color of ink
Flying in the minds of  children and adults
Gliding on the gust of hatred, love, and dreams
A heart made of hope and faith trying not to be shredded
by the senseless thoughts of humanity