I am not good
I know
But what is your definition of good
Is it being like you
Is it defined by the ability to watch others suffer
Is it defined by your greed
Does my lacked of hatred soil your good
Does it make "it" bad?
If so I'd rather stay a bad monster,
Than a "good" human.

The sky is red
The ground is wet
Chaos is loose
And order is caged.
But in the middle of it all
I see you.
In the middle of the world
I see your destruction
Your pain and shame
Moving all around

She was beautiful
She was kind
She was  loving
Always on my mind.
She was a gift, always full of life
I wanted to stay, forever with her
Now she is ugly,
Cruel and wicked
She is always on my mind,
But not in a good way
She's a burden
That steals even the smallest life
She scares me
So I want to leave her
Yet I want to fix her
She is still irreplaceable
No matter how horrible she gets

I wait patiently
Yet I wait anxiously
Wondering
If the message was ever sent.
So I send another
And patiently do I wait
But the only reply I get, is nothing
So I send another and another and another.
Making silly excuses for you
But deep down I know that what I am doing is a waste.
Yet I still keep on sending messages
With the vain hope of a vain reply

You make me sad
And you make me mad
You fill my life with sorrow
And you take away all my goals
So I need an escape
I need a drink
But I am not old enough
They say, to drink
So I'll just drown myself
In the sorrow that I have