it's funny how a simple word
will set me off,
how a small meaningless word
will tear me down...

but it does
and I hate it

it's funny how a simple gesture
will set me off,
how a small meaningless gesture
will tear me down...

but it does
and I hate it

it's so funny how a simple ******* thought
will bring me to the edge,
how a small ******* thought
will push me off the ledge

but it does
and I hate it

here we meet again,
my dear old friend...
you always seem to visit me
while the world is sound asleep...
you are an uninvited guest
barging in with a simple request,
and to that I must say no,
I just simply can not go...
I've stated before,
and I'll say it just once more,
I am content without you
and I will never miss you,
yet here you are again,
my dear old friend Death

tick tock
says the clock...
tick tock
as the clock marks the passing seconds, the passing hours...
as it ticks away and the time flies by before my eyes, streaks of colors dance with the constant
tick tock
of the clock...
tick tock
sings the clock...
the clock hanging from the wall, looking over me as it ticks away the time, sneering and ticking and taunting and tocking and the constant
tick tock
tick tock
tells the clock...
as it's hands move round and round and round, passing by each number, ticking away the time...
my time is leaving me behind,
leaving me behind with the constant
tick tock
from the clock...
tick tock
tick tock
the constant
tick and tock
from that stupid clock...
ticking away my time,
tocking away my clarity,
ticking away my sanity,
tocking away my mind,
tick tock tick tock tick
goes the clock...
I look up at the stupid clock, it's tick tocking clock face mocking me
tick
tock
goes the clock...
as I slowly raise my gun to my head,
tick tock
tick tock
as I place my finger on the trigger,
tick
tock
tick
tock
click

I'm sorry that I'm not perfect
I'm sorry that I mess up
I'm sorry that I say stupid things
I'm sorry that I am

I'm sorry I'm not more
I'm sorry I'm such a **** up
I'm sorry I even said anything
I'm sorry that I am

I'm sorry that I'm here
I'm sorry that I stayed
I'm sorry that I loved you
I'm sorry that I am me

some people call love a game,
and it's not a game,
its a war...
a war between the hatred for me
and my undying love for you,
but succumbing to the enemy is a ruse
and this new life Ive found without you
is decent enough
without the games being played,
or the war being fought...
I simply am not strong enough to stand my ground...
I can't fall
again
down the hole
that some people call love...

I hope I don't fall
below the surface,
into the deep where the love that I tried to keep
only faltered beneath the weight of my own imperfections...
we lost that connection,
that fire between us withered
like my soul will do
if I fall down that hole
that some people call love...

I hope I don't fall
over the edge,
where the waters crash below,
and the fire glows,
and the weeds grow,
and the evilness of love shows it's ugly head...
I hope I don't ******* fall
into that pit of despair
that some people call love

I hope I don't fall...
I hope I don't ******* fall...