I know what it is this feelingI really don't get it, but yet I understand it completely.
About the rules to play, and how to give.
And how to receive to gift it gives.
About the happy moments, when you think your in heaven.
Though the sadness and glory, the pleasure and pain.
I'm in heaven with you, and thus I do say.
I'm in Love with you. And I love you.
I REALLY dont like youI only see you sometimes that I know,
but I thought I should tell you what I think of you.
I really think your a total twat,
your a heartless retard and I wanna knock you flat
Screw you with your messed up thoughts,
I know I'm better then your ever gonna be.
So take a trip you punk back to place where you came from.
I really hate you, and the person you have become.
The problem is that we both know,
your always gonna be around to stop my growth.
Because when I think about you,
I start to know, that really I'm you.
For when I look in the mirror I'm staring at you, staring at me.
Staring at you.
This Old Lonely ChairSitting in a lonely chair,
I start to think about things I can't bear.
Unearthing the memories of a heart and its tear,
A lonely place is this old chair.
I'm chemically enhanced, and this I know,
It's making the feelings and thoughts grow and grow.
But I'm thinking straight still,
And so I know, about the things I must do to make me myself.
Start by accepting the things that will never be,
And learning to fly above a heart felt sky.
Continue to learn about how to cry as im flying though
the mountains in a heartless valley.
Finish by accepting the way I am, sitting in this lonely chair.
Im walking Im lookingSometimes I'm here, with you.
And sometimes I'm not even here with me.
I try to see the pain in your face.
But all I can see is your beauty and grace.
Sometimes I know where to go.
But I don't know how to get there.
I can see the paths and how they twist and fold.
But I can't help feeling they'll be the same when I get old.
For even with thought and will in the world, my path is random, and for me
not to know. Forever looking for my guide upon my journey.
We are all walking down the same path, lost within the twists and pain.
Trying to find the one single person who will remain.
Trying to find happiness.
Trying to find love.
Im scaredI'm sat here by my candlelight, on this cool summer night
I'm thinking of you, but I don't see you.
I'm scared I think of feeling like this.
I locked them up that cold winter night.
And hid away the key to stop them from sight.
But now I want my feelings back, and I cannot find
the key to my box or my soul that's kind.
For this I'm scared I will never find,
I'm missing it now, I feel scared of losing myself
in a mountain of fear, because I cannot find my secret key.
To the box that I locked up, to hide from me.
To protect me, from me.
Nearly A Year That I Killed UNearly A Year That I Killed You.
I'm sorry my dear for this is my poem.
To say to you that I hope your well, wherever you go.
I wish this year was last then i'd think again.
About what I doing when I killed your growth.
It was nearly a year that I killed your soul.
Neary a year and still the pain grows,
with every thought, of you I think.
And how life would be, with you in it.
A year seems so short when I think back.
But to you it would be a long time, im sorry.
I never gave you the chance, I never let you know.
Just what I really wanted, is you, you know.
That I hope you good, and do not hurt.
I'm sorry if you do my dear.
I'll wish you farewell now, and wait until the day
where I can say sorry to your face.
Because it was nearly a year that I killed you.
And for that I say I'm sorry.