Behold MeBehold me in your sight.Make sure what you see is right.Because I know that when you do,You'll see I'm just fine too.I'm the same glass,Just a different juice.I'm the same tool,Just a better use.I'm the same story,Just a different point of view.I'm the same person,Just without you!
Beautiful HypocrisyIt's so fun to feign.It's so easy,Just to sit her and ignore the pain,Put a mask on,And remove reaction.Now, what better?What better than this distraction?You know sometimes things get too tense,You need to ignore,Get your pretense.You're less painful to see,Oh dearly, you know what they say,"Lie to me!"It's the only way."When you hurt,We do too!When you bleed,We do too!"That's what they want to say,That's what they do!A lie is the way to get them to love you!For everyone knows,A façade is the most beautiful part to a house!
Dearest DespairDearest DespairShe turned to him with a profound gaze,And she said to him, "You sir,You are the father to my solemnityThat is which I bare at the moment.You are half the pain I cannot ignore.No, I must foster this grievance.Half I can only credit to myself,But it is not all dreadful,For it guises what you tore.Torn is my heart, gaping open.Only my child, Solemnity,So tender and authenticIs sized enough to concealThat is the appearance of the trace
of my dearest Despair."He turned away; he said nothing.She turned away and departed.She knew someday she was bound to deliver.Only then could she cut the cord:She could look at it from a distance.Maybe if she tried she could accept it.Maybe it could grow up to be something weak,Weak like Annoyance.Fearing it would grow up strong like Animosity.Like Resentment
It grew up.
Conversation is Killing MeYeah, all along I've always known,But I'm afraid I've misunderstood,Why you've gone and you've grown.You say it's for our better good.It's the distance, you see?That and all that lies between us.It used to be our love's sanctity,But now, you've said there's little to discuss.You know, you're a new person now,And although I long for our better days,Return to old semblance, fate will not allow.Going backwards wounds in too many ways.Do you know how it hurts?Do you know how it burns,Always striking on my heart in random spurts?And through all this pain, one never learns...But if you can tell me, please do,Did someone inspire you to leave?Or was I the one that hurt you?Because now it is I who must grieve.Your life has made me dead
Your freedom has become my prison
My corpse has become your bed
My slumber has become your fun