Princess, princess
welcome to your new home
  new daddy's in the grave
   and new mommy's on her own
Your "sisters" hate your guts
see? being two-faced isn't fun
  you stabbed us in the back
   and we just want you gone
But theres no where for you to go
'cause old daddy's lost his mind
   and old mommy's lost hers too
    well, him + her makes you. . .

The world is thinking about you today.
How you're doing,
where you are.
Are you happy?
Are you far?
The world is thinking about you today.

The world is thinking about you today.
Did you dream?
Did you crawl?
Through the muck and the mire?
Do you have it all?
The world is thinking about you today.

The world is thinking about you today.
Breathe it in, breathe it out.
Let the warm air fill your lungs,
let the fire burn like a thousand suns.

The world is thinking about you today.

I broke down and wept yesterday,
at the sight of my grandparents grave.
Clutched dead grass in my trembling hands,
ripped it from the haunted lands.

Every year, it comes and goes,
the days I hoped would never come.
They say it gets easier with time,
though each year, it's another mountain to climb.

But sometimes,
you realize,
it can't get much worse.

Sometimes,
you realize,
it doesn't always hurt.

I leave just like I always do,
struggling to bid them both adieu.
Rolling through the ghostly fields,
I wonder if it's all even real.

Another punch right in the gut,
leaves me fighting to get out of this rut.
Much like every day of my life,
filled with so much anger and strife.

But sometimes,
you realize,
it can't get much worse.

Sometimes,
you realize,
it doesn't always hurt.

And sometimes,
you realize,
it can't get anymore dead in a graveyard,
no matter how many black clouds roll by.
It can't get anymore dead in a graveyard,
no matter how many showers pour down.

It can't get anymore dead in a graveyard.

It can't get anymore dead in a graveyard.

It can't get anymore dead in a graveyard,
no matter how many people die.

On a stone slab with a sheet,
I'm hot and rotting,
like a carcass boiling in the August sun.
There's no light but a dimly lit candle,
all the way across the room,
flickering in and out of consciousness,
very much like myself.
I open a window,
the breeze is hot.
I open my head,
it's steaming hot.
Wind whips and snaps,
blowing out that last candle,
the flame relinquishes light.
Now it breathes new life,
a steady smoke stream into the black night.
It's hot,
smokey and hot,
clouded like my head,
like my thoughts,
out the window,
like my head,
like my thoughts.

Sometimes I throw logic out the window,
I see monkeys smashing cymbals,
when I play to my condition,
all my fears come to fruition.

I don't mind the exhausting panic,
'cause I sure love being manic,
I'll challenge death any day,
if I get to live my way.

Push me please so I can push back,
I live my life on the attack,
burning bridges feels so good,
when you're totally misunderstood.

Don't feel special, don't feel different,
chances are you're just a misfit,
bleed and see you're just the same,
as everyone playing the game.

Oh You Should have seen me
I wish you could have been there
To enjoy this show with me

I was at a favorite park of mine
I lay on the grass
Just to pass the time

An asian lady
With her two small dogs
That came to play

I was content and feeling gay

Then a man with
A bigger dog
Came along

This rhyming poem
Becomes a song

One small dog
Followed the man
Out of the park

The owner called to her dog
So it wouldn't be lost in the dark

Then the man encouraged it
To return to its owner

Before she had a fit

The small dog eventually
Turned around

And followed
The asian lady
And its companion dog
Back to town

The Asian lady
Did not wave
Or say thank you
In any way

She just turned
And walked away

People can be aloof
And a bit cold
She must have been
At least 30 years old

I just laughed
And thought it sad

Then I returned
To my pad

Eager eyes
And patient hands.
Such a silly combination
I'll try to mimic.
But while my eyes may be eager
My hands will reach for yours.
So impatient.
Be patient.

Your gaze is steady
When you sneak a peek.
A wild look is in my eye,
So full of desire.
So impatient.
Be patient.

Such casual fingers
Tracing so carefree.
Mine so direct,
So specific.
So impatient.
Be patient.

You move in closer
As though it is nothing,
As if it is normal.
I move in so unsure,
Is this what you want?
I want it to be.
I want it now.
I'm so impatient.
Be patient.

But you're growing more consistent.
More common.
More clear.
So I will follow your lead.
I will move at your strange pace.
There is no need to rush things.
No need to be impatient.
You're so patient.

I've let hundreds of moments pass where I could've told you. The words are pushing against the back of my teeth, but I just can't seem to let them out. When I do tell you, I hope you'll understand how hard it is for me to say the words out loud. Wrap your arms around my shaking frame and just hold me. Because a declaration like that will drain the light I keep so carefully lit. You'll look at me differently. I won't be the same girl you fell for during a chemistry lesson. My hands will seem colder, my spine will seem stiffer. Will you still love me when you know that I'm damaged?