Melancholy-quite the folly,
Your sordid sense of love.
Meant to be–couldn’t be,
Sent from God above.
All distraught must be caught–
The feel I know too well.
Can’t believe they all deceive;
The lies they try to tell.
Begin again, another sin
To love the way we do.
It isn’t fair, I couldn’t care
For someone not called you.
these days, we play
last minute replay
delay
our play
for the other team
nothing’s as it seems
classic madness
listen to my badness
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Hoping for death
Praying for rain
To conceal these tokens
That reveal my pain
Leave them alone
As it should be
No more hurting
Because of me
Never quite know
How much I care
But hope it’s clear
I’ll always be there.
Dying inside
Nowhere to hide
Escape from inner me?
Not even confused
‘Bout what I should do
But selfish I tend to be.
Want them so bad
Oh isn’t it sad
The things that I will do?
Cuz though it sounds sappy
They just make you happy
Even if their love is not you.
But when does it end
These feelings you fend
Your heart you try to deny?
Get lost in their being
Never believing
This love is ever a lie.
Why do they gel
And fit you so well
Like something out of a dream?
Maybe that love
Is not from above
And it’s time to change my team.
How is it so
I just want to know
That their soul is not mated to yours?
I’m stuck in a trance
Not given a chance
The truth my heart ignores.
Why does this destiny
Just seem to mess with me
When my feelings are so pure?
I’m trapped in my dreams
Falling it seems
The truth I tend to obscure.
Why can’t I just stop
My heart’s final flop
And open my eyes up to see?
But no attention I pay
To reality’s way
That says we’ll never be.
Don’t pretend you want to get to know me;
Show me
Only
What it’s like to be lonely.
Phony
Deceiver
Make a believer or leave her.
Stranded
Candid
Like a fuckin bandit;
Thief in the night.
Nothing seems right.
Everything’s wrong,
And I haven’t got a fight.
I’m done.
Same shit, different pot;
Wipe your ass before you’re caught.
Smell you come a mile away;
The cat’s away, the mice will play.
Rodents, vermin, dirty rats;
Tell the truth–state the facts.
State affairs;
Grown-up games.
Check your moves;
Your play is lame.
Let me off this merry-go-
Round n round,
Circular flow;
Why Mary?
You marry me,
I marry you;
Will this marriage last?
I haven’t got a clue.
I may not be no Holmes,
But it’s no mystery–
How everything you do
Ignites a fire in me.
Lighter fluid;
Strike a match.
I’m no pyro,
But I’m a catch.
Final inning, one last play;
Bases loaded, swing away.
Power effort, try again;
Win the game–
Lose a friend.
Have you ever thought
What might’ve been,
Or what better things could be?
A better car, a better house,
Or perhaps a better ‘me’?
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