My Forehead On Fire,
Fate Destroying Pieces Of The Puzzle,
Fiddling With A Broken Heart,
Shhh Don't Speak You Slithering Serpent,
I Found You Already,
Feeding On My Misery,
You Cowardly Caressed My Courage,
Picking It Up You Ripped It,
Trying Rebind It,
You Dropped My Dusty Glass Of Dreams,
Trying To Sweep Up The Mess,
You Knocked Over My Knowledge,
Which Was Kindle To Your Open Flame,
Of Dwindling Depression,
Whenever I Try To Make Things Right,
You Have To Sprinkle A Little Wrong Onto Our Cake Of Caring,
And Now I Feel Like You Don't Care About Who Or What I Am....
I Am An Enigma To You,
But Instead Of Trying To Understand You Criticize,
You Chase Away The Creativity,
You Indulge In The Pain Of Uncertainty,
Sometimes I Feel You Carefree Hands Ripping At My Well Being,
And I Always Ask Myself,
Why Do I Still Love You When Sometimes You Make Me Miserable...