Why am I mad?
Who am I mad at?
I could blame a thousand faces.
I could say a thousand words.
Nothing would change the way I feel.
Nobody could steal my thoughts inside.
Please just leave me all alone.
I want to choose by the way I feel.
I want to be happy.
Something inside won't let me pick.
Maybe it's the world around me that kicks me around.
The world tells me "Pick him! You'd be the cutest thing I've ever seen"
Deep inside I know that's true, but why would that matter when it's how we would feel that would mean something.
I don't feel right.
That's how it would feel.
so maybe I'm mad cause I chose the choice that I knew just wasn't right.
I left the one who made it right.
He made me smile in the dark, dark night.
What is left to do you see?
Will it still be you and me?
Or will I choose to follow my conscience.
I finally figured out why.
Why I sit here so shy.
I'm not mad.
I'm not sad, indeed.
Neither one I so sourly plead.
I'm afraid.
and that's why I can't be happy.
I fear, fear.
That's what's wrong!
My past choices could let me go on.
forget the past and let me be.
I'll make a decision by dawn, maybe.

Under the pillow, sleeping, dreaming of its certain fate,
My demons scream, they're drinking my sanity away from me. I need an escape.
The oasis of that reflective body, forcing me to witness who I'll never be. Giving me the images of everyone I have deceived and turned my back on.
But what catharsis
to finally release these pictures taunting me, as I dive through them into the deep.
So I can drown in this pain I can't control
Or tread through the water back to my sanctuary.

Lost the passion for the art. That poetic justice I use to bring forward from the heart. Is that what made me real? If so I'm just as fake as Roman Cathology. Am i that book you tired of reading? laying on a shelf fighting dust bunnies. If so tell me where the passion go. Tell me where's the love I lost. I remember how you stroke my pages. How you opened me in half and just past your fingers through my body Oo. how much you read. For hours we were there on your bed. Just us, or you forgot. You had  no one left. Don't you miss my sensitive skin and Out lining of gold. Your favorite King James edition. I... I mean did you really trade religion for idealism. Didn't I help you preach unity. Tell me who have you left behind even Luis Farrakon was mentioned in your lines. Perfectly a lined to make the the next one better, and the old ones new like a retro pair nines. Tell me where's this woman we call justice or she a man. She beats us then she feeds us. Lost in my thoughts. Hard to understand the turmoil when you have won and you lost.

I've never been good at
Decisions
But I've always had
Opinions

Finally
I make a decision
To share my opinion

This one opinion
Has made so much commotion

So much fuss
From my little opinion

Now I have reason to fear
Decisions