I share your passions and then I think to myself
Why would I truly appreciate everything you wanted me to do
Mass destruction was all you left
Left on a desert
Shot in the head
I care about your life and that is confidential but I still want you close
You cut me out of the painting
You dropped me out with the only thing I hated
Mass production of your words stored in my mind, headed forward to seeing you soon
Towards my disclosure
Why would you do that?
And you said you were
"testing my faith"
Testing my hate, while opening the gate to the house
I saw you
And you ran
Your reply was deleted from my life
Most infatuated girl who thinks she is a queen
I think to myself
Why would I truly appreciate everything you told me to do, if I'm not trying at all
Falling backwards
Starting over
Finding a new cover for my life, playing the track over and over

Couples.
attractive people walk in
I'm too tired to make up an excuse
The only people I know that judge me
Is the singles
Couples..
I just can't be apart of that group
Ive never been in one
I don't know if I should be ashamed
But I don't care
At least not anymore
Couples...
I'm not afraid, I'm sure of it
Takes a lot of courage, so I've heard
I have no reason to build myself up
I like being lonely
And I always will be
I don't need anyone
Couples....
My heart has been destroyed
Not even in a group
I just seen some things go down
I shouldn't have been there
By the time I will be in the couple group
I'll be dead
Partially deaf
But that's not an excuse
It's the truth
Couples.....

When I used to go out of the house, I knew everybody that I saw
Now I go out alone not know anybody at all
When I used to go out of the house, I knew everybody that I saw
Thinking out loud
Laying on back
Syncing in trash
Leading up to a new trade of cards
Playing what I'm dealt with
I forgot what it feels like to have friends
Now I'm stuck with sold fools
And musty old folks who walk through your house for no reason at all
When I used to go out of the house, I knew everybody that I saw
Now I go out alone not know anybody at all
When I used to go out of the house, I knew everybody that I saw
Losing my pride
I hate going outside, now
This is no joyride
I climbed up to hide
But I could only try
This house replacement, I just hate this life style
Filled out of control still
It's so bad these days, we are sad and lonely All that we can see in our lives
I can't remember if I am who I was before moving away because when I used to go out of the house, I knew everybody that I saw
Now I go out alone not know anybody at all
When I used to go out of the house, I knew everybody that I saw
Losing my pride
Losing my stride
No more ocean tides

The only store miles away
I'm wounded dragging myself
The man invited me in, asking if I knew his language
"Merhaba, burada yeni?" He asks
And I said "yes Im traveling far away from home"
He gives me bandages and pain killers
"İyi iyi şanslar genç adam ve veda"
He gave me twenty dollars and 2 bottles of water for the long road ahead
I went out to start back on my travels
I never said thank you but I think he got the message
Never meet people like this everyday

Misty gaze, jittered breath
Sun burned skin ironed to stop the creases.
The fly never ceases to change direction
it follows mightily close.
Boxed into a shadow, one which no one else can see
How can that be?
Claim the sights as mine or ours?
Leave to follow mans created hasty pursuit
Chasing the everlasting scent of the poisoned flower.

The big man has too many sayings, creates etchings with his words
Repeatedly lost in the background of distasteful play,
All numbers numerate to a phantom deal
Answers long slipped under broken tables.
Open fields are searched like space,
Meteors fly spitting fire with gunshots
Shining towards an illusion of a finish line.
Crawl westwards some will say, crawl right, or jump and hit the explosive beckoning.

The corridors are long with no diversions
The way in which we walk is already known,
Turn and go back will only hinder distance covered
Forward progression burns through the heart.
Whoever watching, why do we lose both ways?
Can we even rise over all the soul piercing strategies?
Take each step for money to be earned
Lose every shred of integrity, or stand still, be kind and wither
into a background number dissolving into the wallpaper of the inoffensive.
The corridor is long, it gets darker and less enticing
The way in which i walk is almost robotic in tone.
The choice to turn back is an illusion believed to exist
but i am unconvinced of this option anymore.
Hide or be hid, the choice is there to be made,
No footprint is allowed to influence, unless the influence is seen to
add to what our leaders have printed in notes.