I know I'm not easy
to love
I never was

It doesn't take much
to please me

And when you smile it does

I know some day
you'll leave me

That's just the way it goes
like when a gentle
summer breeze blows

But when you do go
go knowing that I'll know
you were the closest one

Take my heart and run
baby, take it on home

Take my heart and beat it
women, I won't need it
where I'm going.

A, b, c,
you took advantage of me.

D, e, f,
when told no you were deaf.

G, h, i,
I'm nothing you can buy.

K, l, m,
feed my soul to them.

N, o, p,
please don't be beastly.

Q, r, s,
you left me as mess.

T, u, v,
your the wave swallowing me into the sea.

W, x, y,
you watch me with your private eye.

Z,
now I'm going on to win the bet.

I once discovered,
a dark place.
Hidden beneath
all the fear.

Crawling up
the ladder.
To drag me down,
and let me drown.

Shaking pain,
and nothing else.
no rescue,
because I chased it away.

A daydreamer,
who doesn't understand.
He took my hand,
told me the broken things.

I cut all the strings,
watched him burn.
then I wanted to learn.
Learn to end the fire.

Something I didn't know prior;
You can't start being a liar.
Then splash water on it,
when you should use an extinguisher.

Cough up your lungs and cough up your guts,
and heal up your cuts!
Sickness wracks your body,
your ribs show when you cough and gag.
Hold up your white flag,
because you surrender to the infection.

You're cut open and sewed shut,
prepare yourself for rejection.
You can't handle another infection.
Surgery can't fix you up inside,
this disease isn't attacking anywhere a doctor can reach,
nor any speech.

You're in ill health,
that creeps up with great stealth.
Your sickness is using your tongue
to choke out each lung,
while lying
and denying
that you're sick.

Throw the white sheets over your head,
you'll be with the dead,
because you have to surrender to the infection!
let it reside within your midsection,
because it will achieve perfection!

Dizzying intoxication,
torturous obsession,
what could a fourteen-year-old know about addiction?

It never stops,
for one,
it's like an ugly mythological cyclops,
with an eye only for a prize,
wishing it had two eyes,
so it could see more of the world.

Dizzying intoxication,
torturous obsession,
hooked on clenching jaws,
riding on the high of fixing each of the wicked flaws,

Who said that this is not an addiction?
A terrifying one, but maybe they all are...
Addicted to pain of emptiness, both physical and mental,
leaving nasty scar upon nasty scar.

I regret falling to the addiction,
of sick and thin,
but like I said, I'm here to win,
so I'll succumb to addiction...

No matter how many people I talk to
No matter how many times I remind myself that you don’t like me
You still find your way back into my heart
Crammed into my every thought
I can’t escape you
But, then again, I don’t want to