i don't have animosity
or anymore resentment
girls will be boys
boys will be girls
it's a mixed up
messed up
world

vain, narcissistic, materialistic
addicted to pain
playing around with
different sexes
and i love her
bright are the stars
dark is the sky
and even though they shine
it doesn't matter much to me

i got something to say
words that aren't mine
sweet lovely death
lovely death
one last caress
and you can
claim this carcass
another cadaver
for your collection

i was never someone to you
i was something

i've censured myself
and censored myself
over what others might think
what those i love might
for their worry
their judgement
for pride

cut me down
to pieces
with your
half baked love,
your heart of dough
will it ever rise?

you're a broken person


and i hope you mend

How do I leave?
When my mind screams
for me to run  
my heart convinces me
each time we've parted
you may have learned something
and be the person I want you to be...
not the person
you really are...

-em vidar