Am I doing something wrong?
Who am I REALLY?
I think I'm right.
I know I'm wrong.

My true love seems about as real as Spongebob Squarepants.
Did you think he's real??
Sorry...
But he's not.

Can somebody find ME somebody to love?
No?
Yes?
Nooo...????
YES!?!?
MAKE UP YOUR MIND ******!!!!

Maybe he is real?
Where is he?
Right in front of me?
Behind me?
Way ahead of me?
I wish he was beside me....

I don't want to be alone...
But maybe that's all I can do...
Or maybe that person is YOU! O.o

I hate to feel sorry for myself.
You break my heart everytime I see you.
I know I shouldn't be feeling the way I do
but it's hard when the one you love doesn't love you too.

Sometimes I like to think we would be back to normal
but no matter what I still look at you and feel as nausiated as I do when I see blood.
It's hard to not think about you, when every other thought is you.
I hate groaning about myself,
but I hate groaning about you more.

I've tried to get over it all.
Believe me I have.
But then I think of you... Think of her, the one that ruined us…
how could I ever feel better?

You can say I was right.
Although I know you don't want to admit it.
You'll never read this, and if you do I'm proud.
Not out of spite, not to make you hurt,
nothing like that would make me feel any better about myself.

I would be proud that you took the time to see,
to see what I have to say in the only way I know how.
I would be proud that you would actually think about me once more
and if it was in a bad way, at least it was thought at all.

You never liked confrontation,
that's why you never talk to me anymore.
I always want to ask your forgiveness.
I just wish that you would forgive.
I understand that you hate me now,
and honostly I couldn't care more...

But I'm not feeling bad for myself.
I'm feeling bad for you.
I just wish that you could ever do the same for me,
ever again...

Go ahead, write.
It wont bite.
Heartbreak will hurt a slight,
pain and suffering might,
but when you write?
Oh it wont hurt, alright?

No no no, don't think I want to fight.
I just want to write, write, write!
It's fine! It's right!
Pick up your pen and write.
Tonight!

When I write,
I feel like I might...
Get up and dance tonight...
Or maybe howl with with wolves,
or maybe fight?
Well, in my head I might.
As long as after and before, I write, write, write.

You have sorrow? You have fright?
Go ahead! Write, write, write!
The words will flow, and hey! You just might,
Flow and grow with the things in spite,
Of all the reckless things that make you bite.

You know your reasons,
and you know your might.
You know your hallow,
and you know your fright.
Do you know whats waiting?
Do you know tonight?
All the dreams you've been dreaming can come to life!
What's that? I'm crazy? Thats quite alright.
Pick up your pen, and tell me why!
Just as long as your right, write, right!

He's always lonely,
but he's never alone.
He has everything he could ever want,
but it's never enough.
He has a lot of love,
but he doesn't recognize it.
He sleeps in a dark room in a dark corner in his house.
He has a wife and two kids,
but it seems he doesn't know they're there anymore.
He lingers in a eternity of dark depression...
but if you look closely into his eyes,
you see his soft dark lips smiling...