Where's the fairy tale ending?
A white horse
A handsome prince
Instead there's a broken heart
Like shattered glass
To be stepped on
And swept away
With all the false realities.

I'm not exactly happy right now
But I'm not exactly crying
And I'm not exactly living right now
But I'm not well on my way to dying
And people collectively are not exactly good
But neither are they bad
And it's been a while since I've stood
But I'm not sitting down sad
Because I am not defined by one action
We are constantly changing, growing,
Into who we need to be
We are not one moment of pain or satisfaction
We simply are and I am, and knowing
Knowing that keeps me free

She doesn't know.
She can't see what they are doing to her
They use her for their games and tricks
They don't care that hearts are in the mix
Bodies against bodies
No one knows where to start or where to end
But I'll try to mend
Her broken heart

all your time putting worth on work
while the world dies and the hurt just surfs
blood and tide being pulled by night
cleansing cycles of moonlight
I can't mourn from a lesson learned
pigs demise at the end of the knife

at the end of the of the knife
at the end of the of the knife
I sit at the edge of the the knife
mourn from the lesson learned
all your time

make the money
I roll the nickels
yes you see this game it is mine
street flows full of blood
yes it flows with the blood of the swine
I'm a ***** a *** a hobo, a box car and jug of wine
bad and good they go together
must except one to understand the other
you see that everyone will have their day to die
just give it time

Every day, every night,
I wonder if I'm any right.
Every time I think about you,
the world around me seems to be new.
I've been breathing all these years,
not knowing your sweet fragrance in the air.
Your presence is the only thing
that brightens up my day.
And now here I lay,
with a fear of losing you,
when you are not even mine.

I could have told you the things
I've always wanted to tell.
Not that I'm scared to speak, it's just
your answer that doesn't let me sleep.
Because I have a fear of losing you,
when I know that you're not even mine.

Feeling not so pretty
in the middle of the night

I've got a glass of wine
and a fluorescent light.

I've got a fridge full of leftovers

of feelings

of spite

I've got a bottle to my left

and its contents to my right.

And there's a morning fast approaching
In which the real life lies

but my body isn't tired
and my brain is stirring fry

and my hands are typing nonsense
as my face becomes my eyes

there's a birdie in the corner
in the corner with the flies

I've got one more chance to make it
but my head's become my mind

I've got one more chance to shake it
but I just can't quite decide.

Love and life confuse me
Ive been trying to find the answers
Dangling on the edge of inner security
But thoughts take over like a cancer
And love blinds us, can't you see?
In time, with treatment, it does get better
Until then I will stop with the inquiry.