I dont wanna lie, or be lied to,
I wanna girl, who'll always stay true,
Call me Clyde, with a Juliet,
Romeo,
and Eva, better yet,
Just call me ******,
with Bonnie by my side,
Forever with me,
until the day I die,
Call me romantic or even insane,
Too many people,
are always playin games,
I want some truth,
and maybe dignity,
something thats real,
we'll call reality,
I know you get me,
I know that you can read,
All of these signs,  
I know that you can see.
I'm almost jaded,
these women I can't stand,
Its like my heart,
always gives them upper hand,
I'm always taken,
for a train ride,
We'll call it crazy train,
this train will soon collide,
Into this heart,
but you should realize,
it's wrapped in steel,
it's happened over time,
it's indestructible,
unless you get inside,
it takes a key,
give me yours, and you'll get mine.

The cold reality of life,
is that it's completely unfair,
the cards we're dealt,
like a losing pair,
some of us,
we can never win for loosing,
hell some of us,
can't even try to live by choosing.
It's like some of us were born in a cruel deficit,  
with an impossible expectation to just climb right out of it.
It's like trying to win a predetermined losing battle,
with all odds against us,
climbin up a broken ladder.

We have our allotment,
our bit and our share,
an instant, a moment,
it can seem so unfair.

I'm running and chasing,
I'm trying to subdue,
theres no way to stop it,
it can quickly allude.

It's often just wasted,
or squandered away,
and feel so eternal,
like a long lonely day.

The cost,
you can't buy it,
and it's easily misused,
It's treasured and priceless,
and can never be reused.

No matter,
how badly,
you try and hold on,
you can't even touch it,
then it's suddenly gone.

So just make the best,
and do what you can,
sieze every small moment,
in this very small span.

Days like today,
make it hard,
hard to stay on track,
so hard to keep on moving
and hard to not look back.

Days like today remind me,
that only I'm to blame,
For all of the mistakes I've made,
creating all this shame!

This day it only makes me re-gret,
some things I have done,
Pretending I'm the person that,
I'm trying to become!

Fooling those around me and,
convincing them a lie.
These aren't my true intentions,
but some things I still do hide.

I dream the day that I am changed,
and do not have to run,
or pretend that I am someone else,
and foolish me is done!

It's pride I want in knowing that,
I'm loved for being me,
not judged in my confusion or
accused in some degree.

If I could start this life again,
the chance I'd pass it by.
I know not much would really change,
no point to even try.

If I could cut away right now,
this ugly part from me,
the part that hurts us all the most,
that no one else can see,

To cut my human nature out,
to stop all of the pain,
I'd only hand the knife to you,
cause I've caused you the same!