"We are perfect for each other"
That's what she says.
I give her all of my time and I love it.
When she gives me her time it's even better.
I love her and she loves me.
Then how come we aren't together?
"There's no spark"
If there isn't then don't kiss me and walk away.
Don't tell me we should go out and get married right before you go on a date.
Don't lead me on because I'll always follow.
Don't tell me you love me and leave.
There will always be a spark for me
I can't get rid of it because it's in the memory of your face,
the smell of your hair
and the taste of your lips.
And maybe the only time you'll see it is when I push my knife into the socket.

Trust me I'm fine. I mean it's not like I think about you all the time. That is, I think about you sometimes but not in like a creepy way. You see when I leave my house there's a spot on the street in front of my neighbors house where construction workers or plumbers or whatever spray painted it, and for some reason, call it divinity or coincidence, one of the things painted on the street is your last name. When I see that the first thing I think of is you. Then I think of what it's like to spend time with you and how happy it makes me feel and how happy you make me feel and how much I... Then I think about what it would be like to be your boyfriend then I think about you having a boyfriend then I remember that you do have a boyfriend. Then I remember it's not me. Then I realize that there is a guy out there who you hold hands with and whose shoulder you rest your head on and who you kiss and love more than anyone. And it's not me. All of this goes through my head in a second that feels like an eternity. But trust me I'm fine.

The lunatic is in my head
At least that's what Pink Floyd said
Mama loves her baby, that sure sounds nice
But who's gonna love you when you're on the thin ice
Daddy left a memory
That doesn't mean it's meant for me
One more brick into the wall
I don't think I need any thing at all
If they put me in the firing line
Is it fate or just my time
Got a little black book with my tooth brush and comb
I'll wait for the worms because there's nobody home.

Humanity's so overrated
My tests have been turned in and graded
I got an F in humanity
An A in insanity
Because morals are things I have traded

I traded my morals because I don't need them
Although I used to eat, sleep, drink, and bleed them
Without morals and feelings this pain I can bear
Sometimes it's almost like I'm not even there
And now I put down my thoughts so you can all read them

Escape and suppression are two different things
If suppress is to hum then escape is to sing
Those who suppress are told they can leave
Those who escape leave many to grieve
The mourners dress in black and the church bells will ring

To be rid of this madness you must be rid of your life
Be rid of your parents, your children, your wife
Yeah they might miss you but you wont feel sad
You don't feel anything, remember, you're mad
The only thing you may feel is the embrace of a knife

There is nothing else past the threshold of death
Not the pain of regret not your sweet lover's breath
So there's no need to worry
And certainly don't hurry
Because the last thing you know will be death

By reading these words you may not find pleasure
But maybe these ideas will stick with you forever
The reaper has come
My emotions are numb
The executioner will now pull the lever

But before I go and before I die
I have one last thing to say and that is
Goodbye