You can't hold it for long
And there are many delusions
Million stars in the sky and a billion blues in the ocean
You think you are close to edge and you will drop in the solution
But your mind just puts another thought in  motion
It's the contemplation about contemplating about contemplation

John thought John was a nice man
John loved his family
John went to church
John paid his bills,for being a human
John was agreeable,to his colleagues and to charity
John paid his dues for being in a society
John loved animals
John even slipped a couple of notes to people begging on the streets


But John,John thought he was a bad man
John was constantly bleeding
John had a hole so big in his soul,but no one could find it
John loved his family but he was ready to quit anyday
John went to church ,but those hail Marys were bitter birch
John liked his colleagues and would have loved to put a little poison in their coffees
John paid his dues but couldn't stop the gagging in his throat everytime he did it
John once puked on the society and washed it squeaky clean so fast
No one could see it
John cared so much that he didn't give a **** by night

But he slept
Good John was punctual

She was a blot
Blot of emotions
She came oozing out of her mother's womb
Her first word was a cry
And she has been tender since then
Beauty of the world broke her
And her laugh was a wonder
Yet seldom she smiled
Because it was melancholy which has died her skin deeper
Deeper than everything else
She wondered...
Was it all because she was born at night?

They wanna put me in a box
They wanna put me in a box... real fast
They got all kinds ....
Just want to stick the label
So they won't feel confused
So they won't have to think about me hard
They need to sort
Like books on shelves
They want to trap me in a story...
..... in their heads

And love
What of love?!
Have you ever heard of a cage...
Glorified that much

Someone loves u
And It it makes you happy
But does it hide the absence of a soul...
Because you are looking shifty
struggling in plastic
Putting on your branded cheap lisptick
And you think you look good,
And you think if you look good, everything will be fine. Alas.

All the girls/boys that hated you
And all the boys/girls that you loved
There is a special place for them
Its neither heaven nor earth