You really wanna know
what grinds my gears
what pushes my buttons
what ****** me off
People. Like. You.
You can't play me like that
You can't play her like that
You gotta pick your choose
You think that I don't know?
Boy I'll pop you one square in that pretty boy jaw of yours
And you'll be sorry
You got nerve ya know -
I'll give you a pat on the back for that
You're trying to be sly
See what you can get
before you dive in
All I gotta say is
watch your back

She longs for that
feeling of love
but claims
the right one hasn't come along

I long for that
feeling of love
too
but I claim
I'm not capable

At the beginning and the end of this life
are when we are most alive.
In the middle, we get a little distracted.

The problem is,
we know all the right answers through life.
But our choices are what define us.
Your passion is written on your clock.

It's not the way the problem is caused,
But rather who caused it
It's not the subject of the problem,
But if you're willing to overlook it depending
"Friend or foe" till you find a finite fiend smiling
May your conflictions rest, and leave yourself to figure out

Is the person you love, still the person you love?
or are you in love with the memories and a shell
of someone you once loved
*Is goodbye a little closer, now?

Crimson and glorious; Let's paint the world
A place so full of hate yet so full of beauty
You see I've got a problem in my head
One that cannot quite be fixed
I live for the glory, the guts and the gore
To feel in control
but you see, I am spiraling out of control
I want to put this brush down

How does something so completely right feel completely wrong?
How does something make me feel at ease, yet make my dread so strong?
It's this complicated, complex problem tearing me apart
This paradoxical, puzzling thing that's ripping at my heart

It confuses me
So easily
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Inside my brain
This is driving me
Insane

How does something I love so much make me feel this uneasy?
How does the thought put my head in a spin, and make me queasy?
It's this intricate, enigmatic problem I can not solve
This mysterious, mystifying thing around which I revolve

It perplexes me
So easily
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Inside my head
Makes me wish that I
Was dead

These voices arguing inside me won't be quiet
No matter what I do or say
And they all belong to me
And I just wish that they would
SHUT.
UP.