Continue to play your games
While the rest of us get to life.

Keep up the sour mood
While the rest of us get along.

Better not get to close
Who knows what I'll do next.

But since you're not even going to try
I might as well not bother either.

Everyone knows you'll be alone
And for a while more.

During this time the rest of us
Will be out enjoying ourselves.

Join us when you learn
To put down the controller.

How willing are you,
To give your life,
To a complete stranger?

Now would you change
Your mind if you knew
This person could change

The World
For the better of humanity,
For a better way of life.

Could and would have
Two different meanings,
Two different extremities.

Would you change your mind,
If you knew they would
Change the world?

Pay attention,
I've run out of words,
Actions are all I have,
Touch, taste, see,
Everything I have to give.
Breath and smell
The air, so pure.
As I breath my last breath,
Utter my last syllables that have no meaning.

The world in your hands,
What to do next?
You hold all the clocks ever made,
All the time in the world
Is now yours.
You can do anything,
Eat the cookie and be
Anywhere at any time.
Make sure not to fall,
Then all would know
The truth behind those eyes,
You know their secrets,
They don't know yours,
You hold their life in your hands.

How far would you go,
How much would you give,
To know one hundred p.cent,
That love is real?

And still then,
In this world filled
With lies and insecurities,
Would you be able to believe?

They, the know-it-alls,
Will certainly tell you,
Assure you with all their might,
That god does exist.

But deep down,
Down that pit
You call your soul,
Do you really think anything's real?

Write me something clever,
Or write me anything at all.
The words do not matter,
More than anything that falls.

Write me something clever,
Something I will always remember,
Write me anything at all.
Doesn't have to be  cordial.

Write me something clever,
Only for my perusal,
Or for everyone to pore over.
Write me anything at all.

and all I'd like to do is scream
*******
at the top of my lungs.
even though you don't seem to care
that what you do to me hurts her
and you probably don't realize
the reason I don't respond
is because I know how much it hurts her
to see us fight
even if she's not here
she'd know
and that's why I don't tell her the things you do
as I normally would
because she's hurting enough already
and it doesn't seem to bother you very much.