When is it time?
Time to go, or time to be happy.
You tell me, the only times I'm happy are when I'm with you.
But the feelings aren't mutual, so what are they?
How can you act one way, but feel a different way?
So tell me, make me happy or break my already broken heart.
My feelings are in your hands, so take the wheel and make up your mind.

I'm always perceived as the enemy
I never do right by anyone
It's so hard
Because
I try
I try so hard
To please everyone around me
But it's never good enough
I never get it right
I just want to be able to one day say I made someone proud
Anyone it couldn't be a stranger from millions of miles away
I just want to be able to get it right just once
Once only
I know it's not right to look for the approval of others
But ...
What other choice do I have when I've never gotten it right
What is IT exactly
I don't know but I'm hoping to find out

so he tries to convey emotion through a language
where the letters are pitch and length. their values fluctuate between words
where time repeats sentences,
punctuated by the voids and breaks
where he raises listener anticipation in the spaces of it's structural skeleton

Quit singing your sad bluebird blues
Eyes filled with broken record tears
I'll never understand
Your empty tortured heart
The sick satisfaction
That comes with watching,
Those visually striking images
They lure you in
****** you up
Swallow you whole
Like the snake that wallows
Through your green gate garden
You should never battle,
Battle for love
I turned on the light
In that corner
Where you kept your secrets
I showed you the words
That fell from the sky
I laid them out,
In black and white
No need to hide away,
In your little square bubble alone
I know the air is thin
I have a bubble of my own
Jump off your tangled cord television,
That you stare away your problems into
It is all a lie
The closeness
The flame
The suppressing feeling,
They call love
The greyness of the back seat,
Should tell you what you need to know
Even though the bubble is getting smaller
Seeming like a constricting slithering nigthmare
Your heart is growing,
Like the skyline that you see,
When you wake up,
And realize you are no longer alone

Whenever you open your mouth
I know that nothing good would ever come out

Your words are like knives
Sharp and painful
Cutting through her fragile heart

Leaving scars on her mind
Changing her thoughts
About life

As the wind blowes,
As the rain falls
Ill be Still searching for my way
Because im lost

You say you try to help me
But in the end
You will go when it gets too hard
And ill be alone and Still lost

And when one day
I say
I found my way
And it looks like im happy
Don't believe me
Im actually Still lost

I am and always will be lost