When I become passive and unenthusiastic
And my already blackened soul darkens to an even darker shade of black;

When the unknown tears misrepresent my sorrows and my cold sweat is no longer a medal of effort and triumph

When my nails are basically non-existent from my fears eating them away and my hand gets the shake

When people start to have “sympathy” in me and try to understand my tears

When all forms of mental sanity has been terminated, my noggin inside my head but my mind outside my body

People will come and pay tribute to my empty shell, maybe shed a few meaningless tears,
Oh well, its too late now

There are two ways of remembering
Some get written down in pencil
While others get written in pen

The memories written in pen matters to you
It might be a fun trip
Or an embarrassing messup

You write down your most valued memories in pen
They last for ages for you to look back at them

The memories written in pencil doesnt matter to you as much
Might be just another day at work
Or a fantastic dream that you only seem to remember for a split second

You can erase pencil memories at will
But pen memories last

They come back to give you a valuable lesson
And make the person that you are today

My confidence rolls off my cheek
One drop at a time
Into my nightly coffee
Bitter taste of defeat

Fear overwhelming my sorrows
My only will is keeping alive

Cut me up into little pieces

Shallow cuts
Deep cuts
They all hurt the same

But I dont hurt myself
So what else could be

My confidence rolls down my cheek
Made a stream along my neck
Itll grow into a river
And wash my fears away

When Im down
And fading like a flower withering away
Someone will shed tear for me

Two shots of tequila
A sprinkle of my tears

Pain in the glass
Like a shattered pane of glass

Bland taste
Blended heart

A candle inside an empty fireplace

Drown in my tears
And burn down my years

Was it my tears in tequila
Or tequila in my tears

Lightning bolts in your hair
Flames out your mouth
Shooting star in your eyes

You look great
Whoever it is you are

You look great in my mirror
You look great in my eyes

Raindrops are falling
But my eyes are dry as my throat
The next time you drain me dear
Leave me a few raindrops to cry

Touche, tears confront fear
But fear makes the rain drop