U and me can't be together
I know we have  tired
And there were times
when we thought of us
In a future
Now it's just a dream
That is nothing but a black screen
We can't be together
When our meaning of forever is never same

All i wanted was time
All i needed were the words
U you never gave them
In the search of the other
Now all u left me with is the pain
But still all i can ever think of is u
Now it's just the thoughts of u
I am all left with ....
Now i wanna move on
But everytime i try
All i see is u everywhere
Now when all u see is her

All we do is to
Live in the imagination
Of things that will never
Come across or happens in real life
like each and every person did
i did too but u were my imagination
all ur smiles
all ur laughs
all ur tears
all the funny jokes
and the "just woke up face"
i imagined all to well and everything perfect
but u never saw me in ur imagination

Little did u know
How I was crying
While u were blaming me
for all the things u did
and all that we had to go through
but
Why couldn't you realise
how you were killing me
piece by piece?
word by word?
action by action?
day by  day?
hour by hour?
minute by minute?
till every last butterfly perished and
every last leaf withered to the dust...

I do not go through life fearless, nor do I wait until I've conquered fear
Everything I do I do despite fear, fight through every tear, must be better than the prior year
I'm sure there's a word for exactly that, that's a fact, but I call it living
Acknowledge when I fall flat, remember there's no safety mat and I must never go back to the beginning
That's who I want to be, that's what I want to say
But that is not the me I wake up with everyday
I'm unsure,
Insecure,
Immature,
With a bit of a temper
I could go on and on, stop me when it starts to sound familiar...

©2023

No place for me to fit in, sometimes not even my own skin
The 65th crayon on the floor next to the 64 count special edition tin
The two dollar DVD bin is even out of reach, at a loss as to where else to begin
I guess it's back to the drawing board to start over once again
Not a chance of bein' normal as an outcasted heathen
But that's never been a why for me, to fit in is not a win
I've been sittin' in this same place like a mannikin with a phoney grin
A clothespin holdin' together the fabric of my being with such discipline
But a strong gust of wind tears through like blowing your nose into a cheap napkin

Patched together like a quilt of sin read like a story board of which I'm a star in
Stitched together by not giving in, givin' it all I can, taking every shot to the chin
But life's not getting the win by KO or even by decision
I'm gonna need to be taken out the ring on a stretcher with blue skin
But the goal isn't really to win but to survive this doomed zeppelin
I start thinking maybe I can take this aggression and passion and turn it in...
...to a winnin' combination and spread it through the nation
Empower an entire generation, awaken an entire population

But all they'll see is Frankenstein's monster

©2018