I know what it is like to stop an addiction,
but you do not carry a weak soul, I know that as a fact.
You are just scared of having nothing,
because you think that he is everything,
there is so much more in this damn world,
it pisses me off to see you beg,
because  you cry for him when another man died for you,
and you could honestly care less about him.

you're following the footsteps of a man with two left feet,
and so far you've only been counter productive.
you used to stand and speak what you believe,
now it's all insanity and no thinking what the downside of a stupid idea could be,
you will do anything to be accepted,
I suppose that is what you have in common,
but you have more will and you don't need to be accepted,
I'll tell you right now people will love you for who you are.

All of your perfections are covered up by your mistakes,
your imperfections are only highlighted by them,
and you just seem to cry over the simplest things,
when nothing has ever been blamed on you.
Over all what you fear the most is a broken heart.
Well let me say, it's better to have loved and lost,
than it is never to have loved at all.
Take that from the man who has never been loved. 

Loners

I cry for the man who is horribly misunderstood,
because I see his qualities within me.
Unable to explain why everything is so wrong,
though on the inside I'm trying to be right.
I wish eyes saw through the first layer of skin,
to view a heart of a man is a gift,
modern civilization tells us beauty is riches,
and as for the others we are dead.
No longer does hope shine for the weak.
It's safer to stay behind closed doors,
shutting yourself in so they wont see your tears,
but I stand right outside crying for you
because I am you.
No one else can understand our pain.
Everyday we only see what is in our hand.
We are not allowed to see what we don't have,
those dreams will be crushed,
and then where will we be.
Hiding from pain that lies outside,
but the source of our pain lies within.
They wont understand your life,
but it is your job to make it through
without shutting the door.
No beauty, no love,
but we always have each other,
don't turn your backs on one another,
we have all been outcast into this world.
Among blistering eyes.
We are our own escape from a world of hate.
I want to save you,
but there is so much separating me and you,
because as the imperfects,
we are supposed to feel alone,
and I'm sitting right next to you.

War is the Answer

There is a time and place for everything,

so where is love right now?

Surely not in this world,

full of hate and despicable lies.

Evil people killing for happiness,

laughing at the tears of the innocent.

No, there is no love on this earth for anyone.

Just sadness as it sits on your porch step.

Waiting for you to let them in.

So don't tell me that you're happy.

Those words go over my head,

which is pounding from trying to figure out 

the answer to all the problems.

And I can assure you that your love isn't it.

Because when there is no love there is hate,

and that will only lead to war.

I guess we have no other solution...

War is the answer.

Nascar

I feel silence,
though these winds are blowing around these clouds
and I'm on cloud nine,
wondering how I'll ever get back down to earth,
which is spinning like a melting pot of races,
and the winner of this race is never designed,
but we all walk the track,
we walk it alone with everyone else.
Alone.
And loneliness has never felt so comforting,
to know I have a beating heart to myself,
and you can share mine with me when you die,
cause I'm never gonna die.
At least I hope I won't.
But if I do, I want to be alive when I die.
I want to die with our hearts as one.
One man does not walk the earth happily.
We all have a longing for love.
But love is defined by the winner of this race,
who is never defined.
Is dictionary or context definition the best?
Better to be right than wrong, so which one wins?
Winning in an argument with the same words.
Words forming labyrinths of sentences.
Trapping us in our own world of words.
Imprisoning us until we escape what we have said.
Escape recited in some lovely words.
Your death foresighted by a loon on a corner.
With millions of dollars from those worried about their soul.
Wondering if their soul will make the cut.
But they worry so much they kill to win.
Win this race I never understood.
I guess some are better to just sit on the sidelines.
I'm one of them.
And as for those who won the race.
I suppose everyone did.

Where Have I Been?

You talk like I'm not here.
Every word you say reaches my ear.
Every letter that spills out spells out another tear.
Those tears which drown me in my own worst fears.

A fear of being alone,
a fear of being colder than snow,
a fear that I'll have nothing to show,
for a lifetime's work, I want to let it all go.

My heart ticks like a bomb,
exploding headaches until sanity wears off of me.
now my heart burns from all the smoke and sadness,
swallowing it all and hoping it will stay down.

I'll wash it all down with anything + alcohol.
That's pretty much all I've learned.
To bad I could not understand to much,
and now I can't compensate for lost years.

Now I'm drowning.
I'm not sure if its the gin or the fears again.
I'm to scared to let it all in.
The moment I close my eyes I am condemned.
I miss you and it's about to end.

There are no words that do you justice,
just a broken heart from being alone,
and your not even gone.
You are just not here,
and now I'm gonna drown in my own worst fears.

I'll open up,
and let it all out,
all the fears, the insanity, the heartbreaking bomb, the headaches the smoke the booze,
let it all flow out.

And through the thickest smoke I see
you.
Begging for me.
I want to run but I'm to scared to move.
And now your gonna suffocate in my own worst fears