everything our eyes meet
baby, i can feel my heart skip a beat.
i look at you and smile.
but i have to live denile.
not knowing if i'm good enough for you
what is a lonely heart to do?
you're so beautiful it's true
oh girl if you just knew
the way i really feel
maybe i would be able to seal the deal
i just need to spill it all out
tell you what its all about
i cant speak when you come near
as if i am overcome with fear.
i wish it were easy
that i would not get queasy
i just need to tell you
that i love you
i wish it could come out like that
like a magician pulling a rabbit from a hat
but that's not the way that life goes
im on a road that no one knows.
i wish that you could see
the way things could be
if i could just speak it out loud
instead i duck into the crowd.
i should just let myself shine through
and reveal how i feel to you
i just need to spill it all out
tell you what its all about
i cant speak when you come near
as if i am overcome with fear.
i wish it were easy
that i would not get queasy
i just need to tell you
that i love you
Friday, February 20, 2009
short
you act like your light blue eyes
make you frivolous to lies.
but thats hardly the truth
you should look at yourself
from the point where i stand.
its a different view point
on your same reckless life"
make you frivolous to lies.
but thats hardly the truth
you should look at yourself
from the point where i stand.
its a different view point
on your same reckless life"
memories
The past reflects back
from time to time.
The only problem is that
sometimes its not mine.
The life of someone else
reflects into my pool of life.
Its as if I'm living
in another's shadow.
The great deeds that they committed
make me seem like an ant
struggling to make something on my own.
Building memories in life
is like ants building their hill
no one ant can do it on their own
It takes many to help it take shape.
No one memory should hold you back
live like a caterpillar after its cocoon is gone
spread your wings to the sky that is life
live free and enjoy life.
from time to time.
The only problem is that
sometimes its not mine.
The life of someone else
reflects into my pool of life.
Its as if I'm living
in another's shadow.
The great deeds that they committed
make me seem like an ant
struggling to make something on my own.
Building memories in life
is like ants building their hill
no one ant can do it on their own
It takes many to help it take shape.
No one memory should hold you back
live like a caterpillar after its cocoon is gone
spread your wings to the sky that is life
live free and enjoy life.
the world is not yours, you are the worlds
a boy
sits, staring off into the distance.
the setting sun slowly silhouettes him.
night comes and yet he still stares.
a man
walks, never stoping for a look
always just gives a quick glance
never seeing any of the details
an elder
lays, for his feet are sore
his days are growing short.
yet he does not worry.
a girl
looks, not at another but at herself.
the mirror is her best friend
she uses it to hide all of her pain.
.a woman
talks, her cell phone by her side.
gossip and lies spread like fire.
they make her feel stronger.
a family
apart, in all that they do
the dinner table is empty
they hardly know one another.
a community
complains, the grass is not green enough
making pety demands just to annoy
none of it really makes a difference.
a nation
debates, who will be a better leader?
attacking every small problem.
little things that shouldnt matter
a world,
split, different ideas cause hostile reactions
war and hate as far as one can see.
few are searching for peace
an insect
understands, the world is not his
but he belongs to the world.
he sees the beauty that is offered.
sits, staring off into the distance.
the setting sun slowly silhouettes him.
night comes and yet he still stares.
a man
walks, never stoping for a look
always just gives a quick glance
never seeing any of the details
an elder
lays, for his feet are sore
his days are growing short.
yet he does not worry.
a girl
looks, not at another but at herself.
the mirror is her best friend
she uses it to hide all of her pain.
.a woman
talks, her cell phone by her side.
gossip and lies spread like fire.
they make her feel stronger.
a family
apart, in all that they do
the dinner table is empty
they hardly know one another.
a community
complains, the grass is not green enough
making pety demands just to annoy
none of it really makes a difference.
a nation
debates, who will be a better leader?
attacking every small problem.
little things that shouldnt matter
a world,
split, different ideas cause hostile reactions
war and hate as far as one can see.
few are searching for peace
an insect
understands, the world is not his
but he belongs to the world.
he sees the beauty that is offered.
simple things that go unnoticed
simple things that go unnoticed
there are girls
who make guys feel like they need them
but in reality its them who needs him
he makes her feel complete
no longer an empty shell.
but still, she only cares for herself.
there are guys
who make people feel like theyve been used
but they're are only using themselves.
it makes them feel stronger
no longer a small man
yet, they still treat others as their tool.
there are children
who dont know how to keep their mouths closed.
always causing trouble wherever they go
it makes things more fun
no longer living boredom
yet, they still do as they are told.
there are dogs
who sit by there owner through thick and thin
but dont get the love that they deserve
always cheering them up
never ask for a thing
yet, they would appreciate a simple pat on the head.
theres a feeling
that makes everyone feel happy and full
but can make so many feel empty.
the feeling is love
no more hate left to share
yet, some do not even get a glance of it.
there are girls
who make guys feel like they need them
but in reality its them who needs him
he makes her feel complete
no longer an empty shell.
but still, she only cares for herself.
there are guys
who make people feel like theyve been used
but they're are only using themselves.
it makes them feel stronger
no longer a small man
yet, they still treat others as their tool.
there are children
who dont know how to keep their mouths closed.
always causing trouble wherever they go
it makes things more fun
no longer living boredom
yet, they still do as they are told.
there are dogs
who sit by there owner through thick and thin
but dont get the love that they deserve
always cheering them up
never ask for a thing
yet, they would appreciate a simple pat on the head.
theres a feeling
that makes everyone feel happy and full
but can make so many feel empty.
the feeling is love
no more hate left to share
yet, some do not even get a glance of it.
I am no Jesus
I cant help but to think
about all that Jesus said.
What he said about men of the world
and how cold their hearts are
Yet he loved them still
even if they didnt return the favor.
he was still their savior.
I want to be like him
forgiving of another's sins.
but i have my own problems
that keep me awake at night
and far away from that shining light.
What if I just took a stand
against all the cruelties of man
How would they outcast me?
If crucified blood would pour from my hand.
Though God is my father
I dont believe I could walk on water.
So I'll just leave the saving to him
and live my life for only me.
I hope that this does not make me cruel
I just wouldnt want to be abused.
So its best for me to avoid the fire.
Because I'm no Jesus, no God, no Savior.
about all that Jesus said.
What he said about men of the world
and how cold their hearts are
Yet he loved them still
even if they didnt return the favor.
he was still their savior.
I want to be like him
forgiving of another's sins.
but i have my own problems
that keep me awake at night
and far away from that shining light.
What if I just took a stand
against all the cruelties of man
How would they outcast me?
If crucified blood would pour from my hand.
Though God is my father
I dont believe I could walk on water.
So I'll just leave the saving to him
and live my life for only me.
I hope that this does not make me cruel
I just wouldnt want to be abused.
So its best for me to avoid the fire.
Because I'm no Jesus, no God, no Savior.
thoughts of the rising moon and the setting sun
I dont what to get anything out of this.
I've actually come to expect nothing for anything that I do.
Its the way the world is...
not cruel, not forgiving, but in the same sense, not happy, not kind, and not condeming.
The world is confused.
Any chance that anybody has to be kind is shot down by anothers abuse.
Its quite sad.
In a world where no one wants to give without first taking, or even worse...take without giving anything.
I'm done.....Done with it all. But in the same sense I'm just starting it all.
I have a new theory on life, I'm going to stop caring...while I care about everything.
Life is one big rhetorical question. No answer..yet the answer is obvious.
Life is also a metaphor for what comes next and what came first.
The worst has to come before the best...but you dont know what the worst is until you have seen the best.
Its always cold before it is hot and hot before it is cold.....
So none of that probably made anysense to you...but it all makes sense to me.
Love is life, life is breathing, love is not being able to breathe, so love is also death....
the death of me....but you are my rebirth and my killer.
my boredom is my thrill and my thrill is nothing...
but you, my love, are my everything that i have.
but i dont have you, i have nothing
but you have me, you have everything
I've actually come to expect nothing for anything that I do.
Its the way the world is...
not cruel, not forgiving, but in the same sense, not happy, not kind, and not condeming.
The world is confused.
Any chance that anybody has to be kind is shot down by anothers abuse.
Its quite sad.
In a world where no one wants to give without first taking, or even worse...take without giving anything.
I'm done.....Done with it all. But in the same sense I'm just starting it all.
I have a new theory on life, I'm going to stop caring...while I care about everything.
Life is one big rhetorical question. No answer..yet the answer is obvious.
Life is also a metaphor for what comes next and what came first.
The worst has to come before the best...but you dont know what the worst is until you have seen the best.
Its always cold before it is hot and hot before it is cold.....
So none of that probably made anysense to you...but it all makes sense to me.
Love is life, life is breathing, love is not being able to breathe, so love is also death....
the death of me....but you are my rebirth and my killer.
my boredom is my thrill and my thrill is nothing...
but you, my love, are my everything that i have.
but i dont have you, i have nothing
but you have me, you have everything
goodbye world, but more importantly goodbye to you
I call you on the phone,
Spill my feelings out to you.
You treat them as unimportant.
You say that its not your fault.
Why is it always about you?
Do you really have no heart?
Or just no heart for me.
I'm past the point of being a mess.
Figurative suicide passes my mind.
Killing everything that makes me care.
I've been there for you so often.
But now you just brush me by.
I am done with it all.
But most importantly, done with you.
So this is my suicide note
This is my goodby to you.
Though ill still be living.
I won't be living to you.
Not like you'll care though.
But if you decide that you do,
Ill make everything be about you.
This note was written for you.
Not because I care.
But because you don't.
Spill my feelings out to you.
You treat them as unimportant.
You say that its not your fault.
Why is it always about you?
Do you really have no heart?
Or just no heart for me.
I'm past the point of being a mess.
Figurative suicide passes my mind.
Killing everything that makes me care.
I've been there for you so often.
But now you just brush me by.
I am done with it all.
But most importantly, done with you.
So this is my suicide note
This is my goodby to you.
Though ill still be living.
I won't be living to you.
Not like you'll care though.
But if you decide that you do,
Ill make everything be about you.
This note was written for you.
Not because I care.
But because you don't.
a chance for confidence
so what if this is just the beginning.
a rebirth after the storm
finally awake from my dreams
no longer feel any pain
the rain has washed me clean.
open my eyes for the first time
was all thhat i have lived a lie?
i see the true you for the first time
or had I seen it all along?
Youre more than adorable
but I dont think that you see it.
Ive been alone and broken
but I can tell that youve had worse.
Getting through it all
is the point of life.
Could it be that I've just been filling time?
all that i needed was to clear my mind.
I found a new confidence.
its just been growing inside
between the fragile lines.
has it been here all along?
Ive been hiding from the truth
hiding from any chance to be with you.
but now im standing in the light.
will you stand with me?
a rebirth after the storm
finally awake from my dreams
no longer feel any pain
the rain has washed me clean.
open my eyes for the first time
was all thhat i have lived a lie?
i see the true you for the first time
or had I seen it all along?
Youre more than adorable
but I dont think that you see it.
Ive been alone and broken
but I can tell that youve had worse.
Getting through it all
is the point of life.
Could it be that I've just been filling time?
all that i needed was to clear my mind.
I found a new confidence.
its just been growing inside
between the fragile lines.
has it been here all along?
Ive been hiding from the truth
hiding from any chance to be with you.
but now im standing in the light.
will you stand with me?
escape from age
Working from sun rise to sun set
only attempting to buy happiness
punching numbers, his hated career.
ignorance is his bliss.
he tried to make an easy escape
an escape into petty things.
distancing himself from the world.
Fast cars and his large tv define him.
stuck in an endless maze of cubicles.
he grew up too fast, too soon.
wishing that he was still a child.
wishing to still dreamed a childs dream.
he could have almost anything that he wants,
so in a way he is living that dream...
but he spends his nights alone, at home.
making friends with the shadows on the wall.
trying hard to find something real...
something that actually matters.
he wants out
but doesnt feel like searching for the way.
though its so close, not far out of reach.
all he need do is open his eyes
and see that his way out
is his wife and his child.
only attempting to buy happiness
punching numbers, his hated career.
ignorance is his bliss.
he tried to make an easy escape
an escape into petty things.
distancing himself from the world.
Fast cars and his large tv define him.
stuck in an endless maze of cubicles.
he grew up too fast, too soon.
wishing that he was still a child.
wishing to still dreamed a childs dream.
he could have almost anything that he wants,
so in a way he is living that dream...
but he spends his nights alone, at home.
making friends with the shadows on the wall.
trying hard to find something real...
something that actually matters.
he wants out
but doesnt feel like searching for the way.
though its so close, not far out of reach.
all he need do is open his eyes
and see that his way out
is his wife and his child.
no longing for more
It's the beginning of his story
born with a golden flame.
he doesnt understand the world
nor does he really need to
his love is the purest
all he wants is his mom and dad
he's told to enjoy these years
way to young to get ahead
climbing to the tree tops
he feels like king of the world.
the wind blowing in his hair
he holds hands with a girl
but it doesnt mean a thing
at the age its too soon
for him to be looking for love
he has the promise of forever
soon his best days will end.
that soon is years down the road
for now he will keep on playing
his toys scattered across the floor.
he"s content with what he has
he has no longing for more
born with a golden flame.
he doesnt understand the world
nor does he really need to
his love is the purest
all he wants is his mom and dad
he's told to enjoy these years
way to young to get ahead
climbing to the tree tops
he feels like king of the world.
the wind blowing in his hair
he holds hands with a girl
but it doesnt mean a thing
at the age its too soon
for him to be looking for love
he has the promise of forever
soon his best days will end.
that soon is years down the road
for now he will keep on playing
his toys scattered across the floor.
he"s content with what he has
he has no longing for more
the untitled years
a young boy, only age 16
sitting on a swing.
his feet dragging in the sand.
he was just left alone.
his girl fell for another.
young love can be so harsh
but harsh love is not really love.
but what does he know about love?
quite and calm his life has just begun.
he has so much more to offer,
but he is just caught up in girls.
unable to make his move,
he just sits and lets the world pass him by.
he has so many dreams,
most he wont fulfill.
soon he will have to work hard,
but that seems so far away.
he sees the innocence in people
even when they think they have none left.
he's a lot deeper than he lets most people know.
thoughts of larger philosophies dance in his mind.
life seems to take forever to pass.
maybe its cause he keeps looking to his past.
his future is bright, if only he knew
what time would bring to him.
but for now he sits, alone, lost
soon his eyes will open
and he will truely live his life
but he just waits, to see what he's been missing
sitting on a swing.
his feet dragging in the sand.
he was just left alone.
his girl fell for another.
young love can be so harsh
but harsh love is not really love.
but what does he know about love?
quite and calm his life has just begun.
he has so much more to offer,
but he is just caught up in girls.
unable to make his move,
he just sits and lets the world pass him by.
he has so many dreams,
most he wont fulfill.
soon he will have to work hard,
but that seems so far away.
he sees the innocence in people
even when they think they have none left.
he's a lot deeper than he lets most people know.
thoughts of larger philosophies dance in his mind.
life seems to take forever to pass.
maybe its cause he keeps looking to his past.
his future is bright, if only he knew
what time would bring to him.
but for now he sits, alone, lost
soon his eyes will open
and he will truely live his life
but he just waits, to see what he's been missing
awoken by the beauty
awake
young man
awake
the world is open
the world is free
but where does that leave us?
as small as ants?
lost in space?
a bench under a fat man?
that fat man is me
he is you
does that mean you are me?
and that i am you?
no we are we.
one in the same?
possibly
youre beautiful
so am i
the world in my hand
but I am lost in the world
my mind is numb
blinding light of beauty
beauty everywhere around
memories are just thoughts
thoughts are happy
you are happy
are you just a thought?
How could that be?
I don’t understand
Do you?
Does the end mean its over?
Or just over for now.
young man
awake
the world is open
the world is free
but where does that leave us?
as small as ants?
lost in space?
a bench under a fat man?
that fat man is me
he is you
does that mean you are me?
and that i am you?
no we are we.
one in the same?
possibly
youre beautiful
so am i
the world in my hand
but I am lost in the world
my mind is numb
blinding light of beauty
beauty everywhere around
memories are just thoughts
thoughts are happy
you are happy
are you just a thought?
How could that be?
I don’t understand
Do you?
Does the end mean its over?
Or just over for now.
his last breath
His Last Breath
Laying in his death bed
Suffering from mans same disease.
He has lived his life
And is ready to pass
Pass into the next world
He has no fear.
He makes his escape,
Into the sound of the storm.
The rain hides the tears of his family.
He’s done all he can do
But it wont help them hurt less.
He used to chase his dreams
But That was way back when.
Now he has passed them on.
He gave it his all
And for that he is admired.
He never amounted to much
No money, no envy of the neighbors
But He was content with all he had.
A loving wife, a son.
she she was by his side.
As His life became a wreck.
But he still moved on.
Things were just the same.
he continued to live his life
away from the world
and just did what he liked.
His meals became his joy
Those days had past
As he became weak.
His breathing began to slow.
His body becomes weak
Yet no tears filled his eyes
he continues to live happily
His outlook on life remains the same.
His eyes close.
All is still.
His fight is over
Has to feel pain for no more.
His image lives on
In those he made an impression on.
And in that,
He is not gone
Laying in his death bed
Suffering from mans same disease.
He has lived his life
And is ready to pass
Pass into the next world
He has no fear.
He makes his escape,
Into the sound of the storm.
The rain hides the tears of his family.
He’s done all he can do
But it wont help them hurt less.
He used to chase his dreams
But That was way back when.
Now he has passed them on.
He gave it his all
And for that he is admired.
He never amounted to much
No money, no envy of the neighbors
But He was content with all he had.
A loving wife, a son.
she she was by his side.
As His life became a wreck.
But he still moved on.
Things were just the same.
he continued to live his life
away from the world
and just did what he liked.
His meals became his joy
Those days had past
As he became weak.
His breathing began to slow.
His body becomes weak
Yet no tears filled his eyes
he continues to live happily
His outlook on life remains the same.
His eyes close.
All is still.
His fight is over
Has to feel pain for no more.
His image lives on
In those he made an impression on.
And in that,
He is not gone
we are all the same
I am not perfect
nor do I strive to be
I am all that I am
nothing more nothing less
all that is out before you
I am a thinker
a thinker of time
a thinker of space
a thinker of love
I am nothing
In the mass plot of things
we are all the same
beauty divine.
innocent dreams guide us
hope comes to save us
love distracts us
joy encourages us
endless cycle of life
but we are content
nothing more that we could do
the light blinds us
the air fills us
knowledge enlightens us
and death destroys us
takes us hand in hand
leads us into the dark
and to our end.
and to our beginning.
our spiritual journey begins
and we are no longer the same
nor do I strive to be
I am all that I am
nothing more nothing less
all that is out before you
I am a thinker
a thinker of time
a thinker of space
a thinker of love
I am nothing
In the mass plot of things
we are all the same
beauty divine.
innocent dreams guide us
hope comes to save us
love distracts us
joy encourages us
endless cycle of life
but we are content
nothing more that we could do
the light blinds us
the air fills us
knowledge enlightens us
and death destroys us
takes us hand in hand
leads us into the dark
and to our end.
and to our beginning.
our spiritual journey begins
and we are no longer the same
untitled
Your river tries to flow deeply into my heart
but the pain of not having you blocks it
a so called Dam. creating a standing pool of water
winter comes and the pool freezes
pulling us further and further apart.
agony and desolation blanket the land that is my body.
spring brings a rebirth, pulls us closer
the water is free to move as it will
but the timid heat of summer pulls me indoors
away from the water that you bring me.
fall reunites us in a explosion of beautiful color.
fluorescent lights reflect off of your pool
radiating your aurora to the surrounding area
after many seasons the dam begins to decay
the water flows trough the cracks
leaving me longing want more
but the pain of not having you blocks it
a so called Dam. creating a standing pool of water
winter comes and the pool freezes
pulling us further and further apart.
agony and desolation blanket the land that is my body.
spring brings a rebirth, pulls us closer
the water is free to move as it will
but the timid heat of summer pulls me indoors
away from the water that you bring me.
fall reunites us in a explosion of beautiful color.
fluorescent lights reflect off of your pool
radiating your aurora to the surrounding area
after many seasons the dam begins to decay
the water flows trough the cracks
leaving me longing want more
about love
The lessons you learn will take you far in life
And even if I’m not there with you
I want you to know that I care.
Even when it seems like I’m far away
I always wish I was by your side.
I’ll write you a note on a napkin
At the diner where I weep.
Though you cant read it
It’ll say the things that I cant speak.
It’ll say what I really want you to know.
Itll spell it all out before your eyes.
The sound of your voice
Will be my home away from home
A temporary comfort zone.
When we are together again
I’ll hold on and never let you slip away.
For now you picture will have to do
Stuck in my pocket, folded in two.
I’ll always keep it close by.
I’m tired of playing games in my mind.
It makes me feel so distant from you.
Stuck here wondering what to do
If love is a killer than I must be long gone,
Far Past the point of 6 feet under.
I just wish that you knew
What was going through my mind
Every time I see your smile
Or anytime you make me laugh
You are so good at that
Saying exactly what I want
Now its time to return the favor
But I just don’t have the words.
So I just stumble through lines
So many times I’ve let myself down
When every place I go
I cant help but to think of you.
Every song I write is for you
Even the ones that don’t end well
I’ve been through a lot
Just to make it to this point.
So im going to tell you the truth
Im sick, sick of being alone.
And I hope that you feel the same.
Make it easy for me please.
The distance is metaphorical.
A representation of what’s not real.
I could treat you like a queen
I would be your king,
Or if you prefer a jester.
Who longs for your heart.
But jokes to create a false reality.
Shoot it to me straight
Do I even have a shot?
I long for the answers
I just want to know.
And even if I’m not there with you
I want you to know that I care.
Even when it seems like I’m far away
I always wish I was by your side.
I’ll write you a note on a napkin
At the diner where I weep.
Though you cant read it
It’ll say the things that I cant speak.
It’ll say what I really want you to know.
Itll spell it all out before your eyes.
The sound of your voice
Will be my home away from home
A temporary comfort zone.
When we are together again
I’ll hold on and never let you slip away.
For now you picture will have to do
Stuck in my pocket, folded in two.
I’ll always keep it close by.
I’m tired of playing games in my mind.
It makes me feel so distant from you.
Stuck here wondering what to do
If love is a killer than I must be long gone,
Far Past the point of 6 feet under.
I just wish that you knew
What was going through my mind
Every time I see your smile
Or anytime you make me laugh
You are so good at that
Saying exactly what I want
Now its time to return the favor
But I just don’t have the words.
So I just stumble through lines
So many times I’ve let myself down
When every place I go
I cant help but to think of you.
Every song I write is for you
Even the ones that don’t end well
I’ve been through a lot
Just to make it to this point.
So im going to tell you the truth
Im sick, sick of being alone.
And I hope that you feel the same.
Make it easy for me please.
The distance is metaphorical.
A representation of what’s not real.
I could treat you like a queen
I would be your king,
Or if you prefer a jester.
Who longs for your heart.
But jokes to create a false reality.
Shoot it to me straight
Do I even have a shot?
I long for the answers
I just want to know.
A cruel joke on an other wise playful day
First verse
a little bird once told me
as he was dieing in my hands
that he understood life
and all that God had planned
he left his nest and flew away
explore off into the night sky
he was told to live his life
and to never question why.
Bridge (with your trusty violin and organ/synth swells)
Don't listen to the rain
For the rain is full of lies
Don't listen to the preachers
For their words are a disguise
Don't listen to the poets or the children or the trees
And most of all don't listen to me
second verse
a little boy once told me
as he rode off on his bike
that the world was coming to an end
that it would end the night.
so i packed up all my things
and marched right into the sea
if the world was going to end
i didnt want it to end on me.
Bridge (with your trusty violin and organ/synth swells)
Don't listen to the rain
For the rain is full of lies
Don't listen to the preachers
For their words are a disguise
Don't listen to the poets or the children or the trees
And most of all don't listen to me
Third verse
An older man once told me
As he passed me on the street
That my life was going nowhere
I should just accept defeat
As I turned around to thank him
For the truthful words he spoke
The road behind was empty
And it confirmed God's cruel joke
a little bird once told me
as he was dieing in my hands
that he understood life
and all that God had planned
he left his nest and flew away
explore off into the night sky
he was told to live his life
and to never question why.
Bridge (with your trusty violin and organ/synth swells)
Don't listen to the rain
For the rain is full of lies
Don't listen to the preachers
For their words are a disguise
Don't listen to the poets or the children or the trees
And most of all don't listen to me
second verse
a little boy once told me
as he rode off on his bike
that the world was coming to an end
that it would end the night.
so i packed up all my things
and marched right into the sea
if the world was going to end
i didnt want it to end on me.
Bridge (with your trusty violin and organ/synth swells)
Don't listen to the rain
For the rain is full of lies
Don't listen to the preachers
For their words are a disguise
Don't listen to the poets or the children or the trees
And most of all don't listen to me
Third verse
An older man once told me
As he passed me on the street
That my life was going nowhere
I should just accept defeat
As I turned around to thank him
For the truthful words he spoke
The road behind was empty
And it confirmed God's cruel joke
A dieing bread of love
I dont think you, understand
this is not, what i had planned
you say your life is cold,
well mine is too
want you to know
its all because of you.
time for gooodbye
this is the end
your a no longer my best friend
so i walk out that door
smile on my face
its time put you
in your place.
i look back at what we had
to tell you the truth, at first i was sad
realizing what you gave up was me
stuck there wondering what could be
now from what ive been told
i never should have been as sold
i dont think i ever really loved you
just as all the things that felt brand new.
but they were all really the same
youre just a bitch with no shame.
now im just hear listening
to my heart, its glistening
its going to open up the new doors for me
happiness is now my lifes guarantee
I dont think you, understand
this is not, what i had planned
you say your life is cold,
well mine is too
want you to know
its all because of you.
time for gooodbye
this is the end
your a no longer my best friend
so i walk out that door
smile on my face
its time put you
in your place.
i look back at what you did
your actions all seemed to be scripted.
demoralizing all that is real
you didnt give a fuck, about how i feel.
now from where i had to stand
i could see every lie first hand.
i dont think ill be changing my stance
youve already had, your one and only chance.
wish i couldve seen the whore you are
before you had gone and left that scare
you left me down, im rising back up
so take a drink from this death cup
so here my reprieve against your life
i'll use my words as my knife
I dont think you, understand
this is not, what i had planned
you say your life is cold,
well mine is too
want you to know
its all because of you.
time for gooodbye
this is the end
your a no longer my best friend
so i walk out that door
smile on my face
its time put you
in your place.
its time to put you
in your place
this is not, what i had planned
you say your life is cold,
well mine is too
want you to know
its all because of you.
time for gooodbye
this is the end
your a no longer my best friend
so i walk out that door
smile on my face
its time put you
in your place.
i look back at what we had
to tell you the truth, at first i was sad
realizing what you gave up was me
stuck there wondering what could be
now from what ive been told
i never should have been as sold
i dont think i ever really loved you
just as all the things that felt brand new.
but they were all really the same
youre just a bitch with no shame.
now im just hear listening
to my heart, its glistening
its going to open up the new doors for me
happiness is now my lifes guarantee
I dont think you, understand
this is not, what i had planned
you say your life is cold,
well mine is too
want you to know
its all because of you.
time for gooodbye
this is the end
your a no longer my best friend
so i walk out that door
smile on my face
its time put you
in your place.
i look back at what you did
your actions all seemed to be scripted.
demoralizing all that is real
you didnt give a fuck, about how i feel.
now from where i had to stand
i could see every lie first hand.
i dont think ill be changing my stance
youve already had, your one and only chance.
wish i couldve seen the whore you are
before you had gone and left that scare
you left me down, im rising back up
so take a drink from this death cup
so here my reprieve against your life
i'll use my words as my knife
I dont think you, understand
this is not, what i had planned
you say your life is cold,
well mine is too
want you to know
its all because of you.
time for gooodbye
this is the end
your a no longer my best friend
so i walk out that door
smile on my face
its time put you
in your place.
its time to put you
in your place
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