My joys are few and my sorrows plenty
and most of my dreams are running on empty,
so…how do you move forward when the program's in reverse?
I feel stuck in a curse,
obtuse and perverse.
I need to get out, I need to be free,
but where do you go when you cant see?
How do you flee when you've nowhere to be?
I have so many words to say, but nothing is gained,
so many demons to slay, but still I've refrained.
Every day I run away, but still I am chained,
choosing to imprison myself for fear of…
…the opposite of success,
making a mess of living,
the stress of giving my all,
standing tall
with nothing to break the inevitable fall of me.
Striving to see through eye's
that cannot disguise
the pain of facing the truth,
the loss of youth
and with it my dreams fall apart at the seams
and are scattered by the whispers of men carrying the unheard promise of…
…love.
As I fall through the occupied space in your head,
as I stitch together wounds that have already bled,
I testify on behalf of severed hearts
and other broken parts,
and the rivers of tears that have already been shed,
that love is what they shove down your throat,
and wear like a coat to get what they need.
What do you need, baby, what are you needing?
My bleeding heart that you ripped apart
for another trophy in your shopping cart.
What makes you tick?
You just needed me to lick your dick
and now I'm sad ‘cause you succeeded.

I am truly blown away by another days decay,
but I can no longer milk the self involved,
self pitying tear
from the well of my self inflicted fear.
My over zealous attire is nothing to admire
’cause my over indulgent mind
is masquerading as the match that lit the fire
when really I'm just a consumer,
a buyer of other peoples make believe.
I create only words which cant be worn,
eaten, or born in a world where ideals are so readily torn.
In a world where love is corn on the cob,
a fast and easy sob story.
Boy meets girl.
Girl makes boys cock curl in delight,
it's love at first sight
and love last's forever and ever and ever
and happily ever after the audience cheers
and women set aside their fears
and believe that this is life
and so dreams of being some man's wife
become the antidote to all their strife!

And the sickness of the lie just hit's me now,
and as I say goodbye I wonder how.
How did I deceive my own mind
and believe that this guy was all I had to find
in this world?