Sorrow In my cage I lose sight. Can't tell what's real, wrong, or right. You must try to pretend, just try to fit in... Raise your fist to the sky! Lies cause cancer, don't deny You're the master of my hell. I am, I was born to be dead.
You try and stop me I'm gonna crush your skull. I feel so empty. You don't want to decide if I live. I'm afraid of this world... I don't wanna live Mayari. I don't owe you.
Can't make me, I'm not your whore. Please don't rape me! I live to hate, I fuck to live. I am messed up, I can never give in. I don't even know why...
Who was it who asked about the last mile being the hardest mile? Trying not to spend more time looking back. There's still a bit more to go... Can't stop measureing strike outs to home runs, trying to justify these compromises that have piled up and dulled my blade. Maybe we stayed too long, didn't say enough, swing hard enough... The years just sort of ran away, and the ones that follow won't be as fun.
I'll never love anything else the way that I loved this, so you know it's not gonna be so easy to just let go...But the credits, they will roll...It's getting harder and harder to give too much of my body and soul to a mess overrun by morons and thugs, whose only purpose is to break this, not hard enough to make it fighting on their own. We stand bound and gagged as they pee on our rug, the end result of not a single motherfucker willing to take the hard road makes it that much easier to watch as the door swings slowly shut...Then there are those I'll carry with me forever, live deep in my chest... Watched as you took your last breath on that floor in Wilkes-Barre. The room loved you so deeply our hearts broke as you faded and I can never repay the lesson you left me as we rolled outta town that night.Not a thought in my head of beginnings or endings. Make most of these days while they are still unfolding...
Keep right on dancing while that curtain is closing...
Well there really isn't much to say about me because there isn't really much that I wish to share with you. If you know me well then you KNOW me and that's what counts. Why should I spend time trying to explain myself to people that I don't give a fuck about or that I don't know? I have all the people that I could ever want or need in my life already and I don't feel as though I need to add anymore. On another note, if you're reading this and thinking about adding me, DON'T. Well unless I really do know you or you happen to be an awesome band.
I am worthless. I am of no use to anyone, and no one is of any use to me. What good to kill myself? How can you kill nothing? A person who has committed suicide has had at least something to end. He must know joy to know misery. I have known nothing. Why live? Why die? One is an equal choice to the other. ... It takes tolerance not to give in to death.
if you be my star i'll be your sky you can hide underneath me and come out at night when i turn jet black and you show off your light but you can sky rocket away from me and never come back if you find another galaxy far from here, with more room to fly just leave me your stardust to remember you by if you be my boat i'll be your sea a depth of pure blue just to probe curiosity ebbing and flowing and pushed by a breeze i live to make you free but you can set sail to the west if you want to and past the horizon til i can't even see you far from here where the beaches are wide just leave me your wake to remember you by
