My fingertips are scented iron,
I am here inside feeling so misplaced,
so irrelevant right now.

Three pairs of glasses on one desk,
two necklaces which are beautiful,
and then there is me here, so torn up.

I'm trying everyday to be happier,
but I feel like all I am doing is,
forcing out a beautiful happy facade.

Wear the mask, play the part,
nobody needs to know your pain today.

Wear the mask, play the part,
nobody'll know your main attraction.

My friends are pretty much the only thing,
the only ones I am bothering with.
Yet now I see, it's very clear to me,
that I will need to decide my path.

Why must I pick only one road?
When I want to explore them all,
I don't want to be forced aside,
to play a singular role this time.

Multiroling has been my key,
day #1 of false lies and screams,
I will paint a new image of me in the clouds.

All things ,                                                                                                                Good or bad , will happen                                                                                      Sooner or later ...                                                                                                      Everyone is going to be or to be not                                                                       Depending on what's going on ...                                                                           No one is exempted from                                                                                         Any headaches anytime ...                                                                                      We all tend to be rather than to be not                                                                   Simply because that's better for us ...                                                                     we Suffer on a daily basis                                                                                          Simply because that's like our bread                                                                 Which we eat everyday ...                                                                                  We are alive ,but                                                                                                   We're in reality semi-dead ...                                                                               We are cruel and                                                                                                  We have hearts made of stain-less steel ...                                                          ___________________­_

Once, I looked into your eyes and I saw arrogance, a layer coating sincerity.
Twice, I looked into your eyes and I saw fear and strength waging war.
Thrice, I looked into your eyes and I saw a desire to repair the broken.

But now I no longer see depth, turmoil, or compassion.
I see another broken soul pretending for the audience,
To play the part they're expected to live.

Occasionally I've seen you break the second wall,
And connect to the spectators looking in on your life.
And your character's mask did fall to the floor at times --
Long enough to get a good look at the boy inside --
Before we both resumed our true professions
As tricksters and jokers, jesters and puppets.
The lights are dimmed now, so they can't see our bursting seems.

you pretend a little
to be me
i pretend a little
to be you
we both play these roles
until we are hurt
so deeply hurt
that we can't
detect who is who

Humble gestures of chasten
Crumbling meek shifts to jotted chivalry
Into wrongly seemed semi-finite basins
Grim faces accused by chromo authority

fault at last by accursed impalement
days into mourn and far bliss
and darkness zeal in snide basements
thawed searing into crest

how is chaos' show Humble gestures of chasten
Crumbling meek shifts to jotted chivalry
Into wrongly seemed semi-finite basins
Grim faces accused by chromo authority

fault at last by accursed impalement
days into mourn and far bliss
and darkness zeal in snide basements
thawed searing into crest

how is chaos' show
deepened to cyro void
gone to confluence row
Yearned by those overjoyed

and quip smith's crooked dagger
lanced from pure ways
pride into back alley's sober
goodbye love of sparked days
deepened to cyro void
gone to confluence row
Yearned by those overjoyed

and quip smith's crooked dagger
lanced from pure ways
pride into back alley's sober
goodbye love of sparked days

Here you are, all dressed up
To take me out to dinner, our first date
In your Armani pinstriped business suit
Silk tie, starched white shirt, cufflinks
Polished black leather Italian shoes
Your BMW waits outside

I changed my mind
You will cook dinner for me right here
No, don't complain
Take off those expensive shoes and socks

I want you barefoot in my kitchen

back from stepping into the world
that filthy hole, its nice to climb out
God's promise so true to my soul
though my flesh so in denial about it all
my vibes rejuvenated again
ease at last, ease at last
i'm back where I started in the best possible way

Mackerel, they want to  be
both unanimously agreed;
but why is she stuck still
under the hide of a whale?