Speeding down the road
In my shiny silver corvette.
The wind blasting my face,
Only open country highway
Coming my way.
So I fiddle with the ****
On my old radio
To find something worth playing.

Crackle
A man calls out,
Deperate in his attempts
To get the attention
Of the most beautiful girl
Who's with another man...
Next!

Pop
A woman sobs loudly
Over losing her true love,
Over being left alone.
She wants the deserter back
But at what cost...
Flip!

Pssshht
A couple find each other.
They are destined to be,
To have the beautiful wedding,
To raise the perfect family,
To live the American Dream...  
Turn off!

My god
They are everywhere  
No wonder my life's  
A love song

That must be why
I want to hold someone
In my arms
In my heart
In my mind
So, so badly,
I want to find someone
That fits me
That loves me
That's THE ONE
Of course
I want someone to call me
Boyfriend
Love  
Husband

It is plastered everywhere  
All these childhood fantasies
All this innocent thinking
All this wonderful imagining.  
And I devour it all  
Because I have no reason  
To believe it's impossibe
Even though it'll be hard.

You might think I'm  
Pathetic and foolish;
You might call me silly;
You can laugh away,
But my life is a love song
And I bet yours is too.
You just haven't thought about it.
It's probably best if you try not to.

So my life is a love song.
Is it something you'd listen to?

The snow flakes fall heavily;
Icing over the barnhouse roof,
Turning the fields to cream
And the haystacks to floating cakes.
The early ice cut the land deep.
The crops and cattle will die.
Leaving nothing but icy confections.
And the farmer will only have
One withering cherry tree

A gorgeous tree
With icicle leaves
And branches like fingers
Begging for warmth.
It has the beauty of standing
When all else has fallen.
But the staunch defender
Has seen life's torments.
It's seen summers pass
With the drying of land,
And autumns come and go
With the changing of clothes.

She had been as
Fair and pure
As the cherry tree.
An innocent youth,
Radiating inner joy.
A prize not worthy
For the noblest king.
Yet she loved him so,
Making there parting
Much more dark.

She withered away
One winter's eve
And with one last breath
She whispered "my love".
The farmer bore the task
And with his own hands
Laid her to her bed
And planted the cherry tree,
A grave mark, above her head.

Three weeks pass
And the snow still falls
The fire no longer burns
Old age keeps the farmer
A prisoner in his house
And being a deperate man,
He takes up his axe
And goes into the yard

In the following spring,
A young couple in love
Journeyed by the house
Where there eyes fell upon
The grace of a cherry tree.
And beneath that the tree
Was a farmer buried in a
Soft pink funeral shroud.
Too dignified to harm
The last remaining mark
Of his lover gone.

My heart it weeps for forbiddon love,
your dark eyes that haunt mine when my eyes close,
My lips yearn for the touch of yours,
So deperate to reach on my tip toes.

Your tall muscley frame,
Your angled cheekbones that are made by an angel,
Your arrogance that I used to hate,
Without it my life would be hell.

When you ignore me my world breaks in two,
the emptiness that I feel in my heart,
You have made me love,
To forget my broken heart and re-start

I know this has no structure,
I don't really care about that anymore,
I just wanted my thoughts, my love,
and just how much of you I adore.

The pain's finally done.
You had finally won.
Your own personal hell you can no longer define.
So you can finally say
everything is fine.
But never before have You been so mistaken,
So naive to think it was over.
That because You had beaten it once,
That you'd forgotten the pain,
Everything would be fine.
But that veil was violently ripped from your eyes
When the demons inside
Showed you the things
That They know you despise
Things about yourself.
They whispered
you're useless
No one cares
You may as well die
Look at the damage you've made
And the pieces you failed to regain.
And you let them keep talking
you suffer in silence
Because you wouldn't dare
To bother the people you love
with something So stupid as yourself.
So once again you were ****** into hell
And the flames of the words burnt your soul as you fell
Never before had You felt so alone
Despite have loved ones right their in your home
But in hell, you don't see them
Just as they don't see hell burning round you.
So as your soul burns inside with their words and their hate
You can only just fake a smile and wait
For the ashes left behind by the flames
So you can hold them close
Because that's all that remains.
And so you cut yourself open
Because you're deperate to try
To bring back the life
that those ashes once held inside
But that's not the case
That's never enough
Your life is now gone
It's nothing but dust
So you just give up.
Because what's the point
Of trying to live
When your life's all burnt up.
So out go the ashes
And in come the chains
That wrap round your neck
Because nothing remains
But this useless shell of a body
That will also not stay.
Because now as you hang the rope to the sky
As you sharpen the blade that will be your final good bye
You know just how badly you're going to hurt those you love.
You know those words you wrote are not even close to enough.
And it only makes death seem more inviting.
That silence your mind is so desperately craving
Yet your body still fights
For what it thinks is a life
That the pain and the sorrow
That beats you within
Is worth this pethetic excuse of a life.
So when you can't cut the veins
Or kick out that chair
You realize that even at death you can fail.
You can't even manage to **** yourself right
Youre stupid you're dumb
Yeah, you're useless alright.
So in sickening defeat
You go tell those you love
That it happened again
You guess last time just wasn't enough
And you're sent far away
To be cared for and treated
Like something ready to break,
And for god knows how long,
Your mind just goes blank.
Thankfully as time go's on,
your hell fades away
And once again you can see light of day
You feel ready to cry
with joy and relief
Because at last
The pain's finally done.
You had finally won.
Your own personal hell you can no longer define.
So you can finally say
everything is fine.

They say
"When you grow up, your heart dies."
My heart?
My heart has been dying for a decade.
(Somehow it's still beating)
It wasn't until I found myself
In some strange men's beds,
On the bathroom floor,
So deperate to feel alive,
To feel anything at all,
That I realiezed
I've already grown up.

I've been dead inside for years.

She stole my innocence when I was merely 4 years old.
Along with the bottles my "unconditionnal love" for him was gone too.
All these drugs,
I swore I'd never do.
These cigarettes,
Have broken the last of my rules.
The razors I used to not know what were for
(Let alone, understand how someone could get pushed so far.)
Have all made their marks on me
Literally
I look in the mirror and I hardly recognize the reflection,
And I see all my lonely nights painted upon my skin.
I've been told you can ******* heavy heart on my lips.
Smell the smoke.
Touch the scars.
I've grown into the person I swore I'd never become.