i'm too weird..

she says i'm too much in love with myself

that i can't seem to love anybody else

she keeps on talking about all of the good deeds she's done for me

but she keeps on forgetting one thing

i've already warned her from the start

change is only for those who want

this me,flesh and bone..nothing more

she's all too much and i'm too weird

should i be worried that i'm the villain in this comedy

the scenes keep on rolling by but i've run out of clever lines

standing in the background like an insignificant prop

and from here i can see thru you with killer eyes

bring out the knives; stab this black heart

burn me at the stake; rid me of this cursed life

free me of this bewilderment..

so that she might see the truth in the light

Tears

Each new morn dawns with a new hope of redemption, we twist and turn in accord with what the ever-changing flow of this life throws. Minding my own business I venture forth, like ships passing in the dead of the night. We walk with our heads down and our eyes gazed on the the paths we tread.
All it took for my world to crumble was a message from someone familiar, someone dear. The only person that gave real comfort and love has moved on to the great unknown.

The mighty and composed intellectual has now been cast into the unforgiving and jagged jaws of reality, lost was the composure; lost was the priorities; lost was the promises made; lost and searching for meaning and comfort yet again.
I have lost my zest for life and my inspiration to succeed. I now live for my brothers and sisters. I live not for myself but for the smile I wish to hold again