The Endthe sky is getting darkair is getting coolerstill waiting for that sparka little drop of attentiona speck of your affectionhopelessly fallen for youthe truth isi can't handle myselfanything is weird around youbut i don't want it to bejust want you to seehow easy it would beto just get togethera couple foreverwithout a hitch or a tetherbut it's never so simpleits wishful to think sowhile the distance grows deeperfearing the reaperwho is gonna come and tear out my heartwho would ever thinkthat hurt could run so deepthat everything you sayvalidates I'm not okayand you're sticking needles in my sanitybut its ok becauseas soon as the year is overthe rivers will run colderand freeze the veins of my souli won't caremy heart will be bareand that will be the end of you
Me, Myself and II feel your tears like crystal rainon the windows of my souldripping slowly down the glassI feel your painlike a knife through my veinscoursing through with clarity unsurpassedI feel your hateful staresburning like newborn starsin the velvet pitch of my mindI hear your criesringing through my earsthreatening to shatter my heartI hear the door slammingfeel the earth shakingsense your soul quakingwhile outside the face you're makingdefies what you hideyou think you can fool mebut the truth isthere is no fooling yourselfso what are you waiting for?
ArroganceI am myself.I don't act a certain way for a reason.I don't pretend to be someone else.I am ready to take on the world.I won't let anything hold me down.I have no time for stupidity.I have too many goals to drop everything.I don't need your opinion.I ask for advice when I need it.I know that I'm not the same as you.I don't "blend in".I say what I mean.I mean what I say.I think the problem isn't me.I think the problem is you.
KarmaIt was a cool summer night. The moon flickered silver beams through breaks in wispy coils of clouds. It was quiet.Ben drove home in solitude that night; regretting his loneliness and punishing himself for his shyness. All he wanted to do is find someone. Someone to take care of and reciprocate his feelings; but it wasn't in the cards. He had gone to his favorite bar that evening; drowning his sorrows within the confines of brown-tinted glass.Pulling into his driveway, a single tear found its way down his face. In the moonbeams, a pale radiance surrounded his fair skin and the droplet sparkled in the silver light. Another night had gone by uneventful, and he was reaching his limit. Ben knew that he was in trouble; that he couldn't handle the emptiness anymore, and it was killing him slowly.With a gentle push, his front door glided inward; a slight rushing as the coolness flooded his stagnant home. Just like it had always been, the condo was dark and noiseless. From the corner of his