I can’t bare weight to these bearings
Followed me down bare things
Showed me a glass half empty-
Waited to be half full by me.

I lost words in translation
I became a killer instead
Wanted him to save me
I failed to save myself instead.

Coming down with a fever
Knowing I won’t ever be her
It kills me to find my destiny
Is far away from humanity.

I wanted it all and got nothing
But shame and guilt and sorrow
And sometimes all too slow in the morrow
Killing me with spears
like icy daggers to the chest,
Wondering did I leave my best to rest.

I can’t be the only one who messed up
Prim and proper people repel me like
A magnet that’s broken but pretty and smashed up
They see my flaws and judge me, change me, or ignore me.
I can’t be arsed to give two ***** already.

But icy daggers make me bleed purple
With veins in shock with blue so casual
I feel wounded and wound up
Found no ways to half it up.

Glass half full is still half empty
I learned it the hard way through penalty
I can’t change my past and swallow my future
It’s time I learned new tricks to become a preacher.