Do you ever dread the day? The day you write your masterpiece. Your heart wrenched, blood spilled, gasping for air masterpiece. The poem you were never meant to write. The poem of your nightmares.
Remember to fake it with all of your heart I found that you play the most convincing of parts When you're down on your knees Begging of me To set you free But I don't want you or any of your responsibilities Be a man Take charge of your life Maybe then Some dumb girl will become your wife But for now stay away from me Don't you dare look at me With those sad eyes Remember the time You said goodbye This is like that Except I'm letting you die My friend You will be born again