Focus on the peaceful things, the things which make you smile
The calming waves or golden plains, think about them for a while
Go away, far way, so far into your happy place
And dance along with the whistle of the breeze and float away with gentle grace
But...
If all else fails come with me
And I will give you therapy
We'll raze the roof
Hit the town
Smash bottles beneath our feet
Because sometimes the best therapy calls
For a pinch of laughs and a tablespoon of chaos
Let loose your rage unto the world
Bottled up beneath your skin
It boils
And make the world pay and laugh all the way
Laugh away smiling
All the while

So quiet are my nights
So quiet are my daylights
Quiet is my life it seems
This somber tune I play

Perhaps someday I'll love
A girl
Who will love me all the same
And without shame
Say she loves me back
...Perhaps...

Nothing stings more than the bloodied tip
Which burns in my back and makes my blood drip
And if I had known this would be my fate
No reason could I conjure, nor could create
But alas, it is so, and my back has been gorged
Burning the bridge of trust which was forged
And pitifully I lay with my face in the dirt
As you walk away from this pain and unsettling hurt
A fool that I was to put faith in a lie
The result in which my trust will perish and die
And as you recede in the darkness, into the foggy night
With your cape draped across your face, shading the light
I will be here, with your knife in my spine
Where your devious acts had sat down
To Feast and To Dine

I need as many bullets I can have
To stuff them down
Packed in my mags
So I may say so valiantly
You cannot take my guns from me
Because you see,
You better leave me be
For I have weapons
So I must not flee
And leave my pride behind
I need capacities for a war
To  take down my hunting prey
So if you come door to door
My guns are mine
And if you try
I will bring you a civil war
Do not take my guns from me
The second amendment does decree!
That I have the strict liberty
To protect myself with unstoppable force
The government wants my guns from me
So they may enslave my family
Big Brother is watching so carefully
But my guns will deny them victory
My guns will revolt against them fast
Take those guns from me, put a time limit on my play things
Because surely that will make me less of a man
Without his guns he is hopeless