Writing
Used to come naturally for me, until my world turned upside down
Failed my college English course
Started writing poems, cut through my issues like butter
Flowed from my brain like a one way train to a promised land

Writing
I don't even know what to write about anymore, I've become so dead
It kept me alive, I'd get these thoughts and have to put them down
On a napkin, on my hand, wherever I could at the time
They were my release

Writing
I don't know what to write anymore
But I'll keep on trying
Because maybe I'll write something
To solve this problem too

When this all happened, you said you'd wait for me
Little did I know it was only a lie, you've found another, you've replaced me
I found something special in you, and I thought you'd found it too
When you looked into my eyes the world stopped spinning and time stopped moving
And all I could worry about
Was you

You see, I'm still this way
But you have a different look in your eyes today
I am foreign to you

I tried to cultivate something wonderful
You were the perfect one, the one I'd always hold on to
I told you I would, I told you I'd love you forever
You may not understand what I saw in you
Because I didn't get to show you you're wonderful

I tried to cultivate something wonderful
But I am a bad seed, nothing to grow and only an imbecile
I loved you and broke you, I took you and pushed you
You may not understand how sorry I am
Because I didn't get to show you you're wonderful

I tried to cultivate something beautiful
But there's nothing beautiful about me, nothing good to see
I hurt you and killed you, until there was nothing left inside of you
You may not understand how sorry I am
Because I didn't get to show you you're wonderful

So here I sit
At least I know I tried, at least I have that pride
The kind of pride I talked about when I talked about how you've got to love yourself
But at the same time I'm empty
The defeat that one soul feels when they poured their whole heart out into something
I tried

Malignant
I am a malignant soul
Roaming time and space without a care in the world
I am a disease, the kind of disease that science and medicine don't see
Rotting from the inside out

So, I am a menace.
A menace that plays trumpet at 11 PM so he can get his mind off of crying
A menace that loves driving out on spring's open road with the windows down and music up
A menace that loves seeing the good in others come out instead of seeing everyone's wasted potential
A menace that loves love itself, when people spread happiness laughter and cheer
A menace that loves to sing
A menace that loves to be sung to
A am only a boy

So here's the truth,
I've been through a lot,
I've made so many mistakes
Mistakes I'll forever regret

I'm sorry