when you were younger
and still cute
I was so excited for you to grow up
and be my best friend
looking back
I don't know what I was thinking

maybe back then
I was too young to see
the monster that you would grow to be
My Bad

now you're older
and like wet bread
you got moldy with age
heaven knows what you will be like ten years from now

your hands are sticky
you feel no remorse for the things you rob
your once platinum hair has turned the color of watery beef stew
like a living metaphor

you shed so many tears
you could give water to every thirsty soul on earth
if only they were made of water
and your cheeks weren't dry
when you finished your show

you stubby little body
hold so much evil
your chubby little hands
carry to many things that are not yours

people say I am crazy
for resenting a little angle
but they can’t see
past the glinting chocolate eyes
that hide your uglyness

my mother told me I was Brave-
so I tried
to be
(Brave, that is)

I refused to be scared
I just pushed
the feeling
away
(FREAR, that is)

I conquered
like I was
Napoleon
(the great, that is)

roller coasters-
I rode
stages-
I performed on
the dark-
what about it?

but even though everyone
thought I was
(Brave that is)

I know I will
always be
weak

I FEAR

what if God
isn't ?
(real, that is)

what if I chose the wrong one?
(God that is)

what if when I die, it is just black nothingness?
(no thoughts or awareness, that is)

it is represented by a question mark
(my FEAR, that is)

my mother says I
should not
worry

"nobody knows"
my mother would
say

I know mom,
that's why
I am
AFRAID

frightened of my own image
every mirror belongs in a fun house
when did I get this way?

No

this is bigger than me
bigger than you
this is the biggest sea
and we are the yellow life boat
floating low in the water
about to tip over
nothing to do

the pressure is increasing
the ice is melting
water rising, and it's freezing
there is no hiding

oh,
it happened,
we fell though
but what can be done?
there is nothing to do

but hey, it sure is humbling
even that fat cat's with their haze mask that didn't save em'
are downing too!

This is the new age, we have to change, the meaning of alive
because it is not longer that you live, but you had a life jacket and survived.