I hear the rain outside my window
which is strangely reassuring
that even though the wind blows
I am completely secure in
safely behind a pane of glass
it's similar to how I view the world
hidden behind this here mask
but maybe I should open the window?
- and stick my head outside
to be free and let it out, you know?
- the tears the rain can hide
what use is storing up these troubles?
- saving them for a rainy day
peace of mind should be above all
which is why I urge you to pray
but don't worry this isn't a sermon
I'm only asking you to feel the rain
then you can embrace your demons
rather than hiding behind the pain.

Your fatal illusion fills me with such confusion
Is it more we share or just a passing distraction?
Do you really care or an automated reaction?
Could this be a one-sided affair and this is infatuation?

When this is all over will you still think of me as I of you?
Will you still share a drink with me or is it really through?
Maybe I missed my chance or never really had one
maybe I risked my heart for just a bit of fun.

I may not always be an open book
but please take the time to have a second look
for the last few pages were written about you
and all my words are true.

I have reached an impasse
on life's path
an immovable mass
I'm standing still whilst people are running past
if this was a race I would already be last
I cannot force myself to go on anymore
and yet cannot return the way I came
as my feet are rooted to the floor
so I just remain the same.

Feels like I'm on a stage
re-enacting the same scene
when I just want to turn the page
it should be over
has been
and gone
like a worn out song
that goes on and on
stuck on repeat
the same old beat
same moves
same shuffle of feet.

Caught between a rock and a hard place
stalled in life's race
travelling at a snails pace
at twenty nine
it's hard to define
why I still have this childish mentality
at some point I must face reality
yet I cannot go forward
because of a mental block
so things remain awkward
and now I have stopped.

I never left you
I was always near
I never flew
your voice I did hear
sometimes as an echo
or scrawled across a page
for not once did I let go
with the anger and the rage
I was always out in front
or standing by your side
not far did you have to hunt
for me to confide
you may think that I had gone
to attend to my wounds
but you would have been wrong
whenever I leave will be too soon.

No one will ever win
because no one gives in
sometimes its better to concede
then forever bleed
my shirt soaked red
from the heart on my sleeve
a battle of words cast
the sting that lasts
like venom that seeps
through our veins
the pleasure that's reaped
from our brains
knowing that we cause pain
sowing seeds
no flowers grow
only weeds.

A flip of a coin
is what decides
to face the ruin
or run and hide
if only we used a note
so we could simply float
past every decision
because whatever the choice
it always brings collisions
so listen to the voice
not in your mind
but in your heart
then you will find
what was, has past.

Just another fool
trying to act cool
another street punk
out to steal your junk
he flashes his blade
your fate has been made
plunges in the knife
and there goes your life
another widowed wife
hands soaked in blood
just misunderstood
no time to plea insanity
hoping for some humanity
and what does he get?
A life for a life?
A knife for a knife?
No!, thirty to life
but still out in five
on the streets to rule
back being the fool
to claim another life.