It would be so easy to think,
"What the hell is wrong with me?"
But that demands an answer
To a question that's wrongly delivered.

It's not me. It's we.
It's circumstance.
And by chance, when we meet again
It will all make sense
And God forbid
We'll actually make it out
Alive.

We could've been great.
We still can be.
Just not now.
Not like this.
We knew it wasn't right,
But we couldn't resist.
And now I'm the one with the short stick
****** over by circumstance.
And your **** conscience.
Which makes me love/hate you even more.

I know we had to play this out.
But now I just think about
What could've been.
Even though it's not over.
Just paused.
My insecureties flood my thoughts.
Poison my brain.
With pessimism
And unwarrented pain.

******.
I wish I could stop rhyming
But I can't.
It's engrained in me.
Like you.
And your old soul.
Your books.
Your words.
Your veiw of the world.

I find so wonderfully parrallel to mine.
I wish you were still mine.
We really could've been something.

Sick minded and evil spirited,
Material things I need them.
Cover up my insecureties and burn them.
Tell the one I never loved her.
Just kidding Tell her im dead without her.
Hollowed to the bone.
Lost and all alone.
Gave up family and friends.
For destiny.

When I walk I move in silence.
When I speak I talk in tongues.
I never liked the way I looked,
So I dyed my hair yellow.
I never felt confident talking to girls,
So I started belittling them.

I am forsaken by my own insecurities,
They exemplify in others.
Nobody in this world has made me feel loved,
Except for you my little sugar bug.

Help me find my way back home,
I have wondered down an unforsaken road.
I turned left when I should have gone right.
Ran out of gas in the desert.
Broke the tires in the mountains, and drove into a river.
Ever since I lost my car, I’ve been looking for a better one.

I always thought the ol’ reliable was exactly what she was,
Until I saw her drowning.
Immediately I saw all of our good times, the empty tanks and the flat tires.
Immediately I missed that car and sought after one just like her,
Unfortunately she was one of a kind.

I guess that’s the thing about life,
There is always something new,
To draw you away form what you already have.