Some days I hear the sound of burning violins.
As I bury my love ones in the cemetery of my mind.
Some days I wish I could cut into my body and pull whatever it is that makes me feel love.
I'll tie it from it's limbs and hang it outside my window.
Watch the rope slowly tatter and tear.
As I hang the rest of my emotions on tree branches.
Cast fire upon it and watch them burn.
Some days I pray,
sometimes I wish.
That we would all die
and live in peace.

How I watched them ruin their marriage,
And of course my childhood was lost in soliloquy.
I talked to myself more than others - they found it normal,
And I still continue that habit - nobody cares.
Now I watched myself fail again, again and yet again,
None can even imagine - let alone sensing my pain.

Watching this drama makes me think of us
What we used to be and what we are now
A beautiful lie and an ugly truth
You hold me and kiss me
Then you tell me we're just friends.
Don't act that way and make me so confused
It's not so easy to blur the lines
between being friends and being lovers.
Don't look at me and make me feel special.
Just tell me, tell me what we are
Don't tell me it's nothing until we have tried

Excuse me,
May I ask a question?
Please feed my curiosity with information
What are we?
I want to know.

Sometimes, your affection,
Tries to ****** my own decision
But without expectations,
It is lost,
like a quick sensation.

You hate me,
like I'm a monster.
You love me,
like I'm a prince.
Don't you think it's a disaster?
Your feelings, if you come to think of it.

We are labeled as
friends.
We are identified as
lovers.
Our friendship won't bend,
Our love won't be over.

The confusion that I'm feeling
Deep inside,
like a huge bird that's fleeing.
What are we?
I really want to know.
Please let your true feelings show.