Okay, so I guess this is how it all works,
I tell you all my problems and you add it up just to tell me **** my worth."

Well to me, seems like my own heart locks itself in the slammers,
Maybe cause when I seen a pretty girl walk down the street I'm indulged by her Curves and her Angles.

And how I'm an own addict to myself.
My biggest fear is that my greatest addictions is slowing what's killing my own health.

Been missing a couple of my own old birthdays
But I tell myself "meeting new people could add happiness in some kind of more ways."
Cause it's really sad when you celebrating everyone's birthday but not even your own.
At my house blowing Birthday candles all on my own. Sometimes I feel so alone.

Yet I sometimes do find myself thinking all about of my Ex
Maybe cause the new girl I have I'd be calling her "My new best."

In this mind it feels like a running TV show but I'm still flipping through channels
And people say "I'm a nice guy," but some days it feels like I loss a piece of my manners.

And really sometimes my own Dad and I could feel too closely like the brand new guy
Deep down I really hate when we really don't show each love "Daddy in the silence could you hear me cry."

And somehow I'm supposed to Christian.
But sometimes the things I do make me feel like I'm lacking in the knowledge of wisdom

And how much I love my girl but I pray not to disappoint her,
Maybe if I were pure of heart, I would wash her feet with oil so I could just go and anoint her.

She has my thinking of kids
I love the fact but I don't want our own children to be part of the weirds.
And how I fear for my own son.
My biggest fear is that I don't be the father he needs.
And die saying "well I guess my jobs all done."

But these are the thoughts of rest
Not the perfect of men, but I try to give them my best.

And maybe this could be your theme song,
Maybe you could be singing through your troubles just to carry you along.

So to Doctor Therapy, to whoevers out there, I hope that you listening.
Cause these are the things I had to say. Hoping surely that there's nothing of some sort that you probably missing.

Just don't forget that I am Christian.
Yet still a human being, so just to know that some of these sins are so hard to be resisting.

But still tell the world of this man's story
And tell them that he tried to his best under his Glory.

And this a story for us or maybe a story only for you.
But, I'm hoping that all the words I said you find them but a bit of word of being a True

Its strange that people
are capable
of storing memories

about you
that you have since forgotten.

I have this one friend who tells me things about myself that I never knew.

Be it a story I told or a joke I pulled.

I was quite the jester.

It weirds me out that there are people who hold memories of me
be it fond be it
friendly.

I made an impact,
somewhere.

At some point in time.

I think he remembers so much about me because we were best friends once.

I feel like I have betrayed a lot of people.

I guess we’re a bit distant now
And somehow, it weirds me out
We’re not so usually far apart
But now you’re filling me with doubt

I find the red string that binds us
slowly fades into a shade
Because we don’t seem to find a path
to make the both of us stay

And I guess I’m lonely now
maybe too hard to be found
I’m a plane flying to nowhere,
searching for solid ground
I’m a missing puzzle piece,
crying underneath the couch
I can see you piece others,
but you can’t seem to find me out.

I’m lonely underneath the sky,
wandering with no goal in mind
imagining laughter in the air
hoping I haven’t left you behind.

I hope of many things that I know
I didn’t want to happen or do
But I’m crying because I know now
I will never be this close to you.

And I guess I’m lonely now
maybe too hard to be found
I’m a plane flying to nowhere,
searching for solid ground
I’m a missing puzzle piece,
crying underneath the couch
I can see you piece others,
but you can’t seem to find me out.

he was a pet name
of troubled origin!

maybe a little more
than just a floating face
with some business behind it.

anyway, i wonder about her dead cat
hers, not schrodinger's
and find myself once in a sea of people.

some of them are weird,
some i haven't yet met
and maybe that's what weirds me out the most
is that i'm only approximately real.

oh, for the love of god...

someone grab me a Dos Equis.

High school sweethearts
I hear that phrase and it weirds me out, if I am being honest...
but hey, I can’t make fun of it too much.
after all, I met my little lotus flower in high school.
It is so weird to think that 3 years has already gone by since that 2017 formal where I danced my heart out with the most adorable girl. I put my arms around her when a slow dance came on, and quickly panicked because I thought I was smooth, but then I realized I had never slow danced before
Thankfully, she showed me the way and has taught me a great deal since that night.
I look into her eyes and everything else is gone. No worries... just love.