Self-destructionBeen trying so long To make myself belong In her life, right there beside her Where I’ve always dreamed of walking Hand in hand, just for a while And everything would be alright - But that’s just a distant light And I seem to just be dreamingSelf-destruction
An impossible plight A losing fight For her heart It’s not gonna happen
I wanna blow something up Wanna beat someone down Wanna drain a bottle dry And light up till I’m high Take the highway down to self-destruction Replace memories with futile pleasures I just wan
reminicent of a thingNow, am I the singular participant The only conspirator, within my own scheme Still a vision, birthed from desperationreminicent of a thing
From agony, and pain came this inspiration Defense against my soul, an adaption This one, stand a lone mortal For too long have I been buried within my miseries Alas, all of them brought upon myself, by my own doing I saw what was not mine, and not to be had And I wanted it.
Every other seems to have theirs So happy are they, to prance about
From the towns and the streets, to their cabins and their beds They hold not precious the gifts whic
HomeHome: it seems such a simple word, with a simple meaning You’re there; it’s there, always waiting for you But it was a wise man who spoke: “Absence makes the heart grow fond” Was it not a wise speech to speak? Of something there always, then perhaps not This “Home” spoken, it’s not so simple; but simply neededHome
My FarewellI haven’t even left, and still my head aches, as my temples throb and my thoughts muddle My limbs fall weekly to my sides, and I swear my hair is turning gray My eyes call for tears, but only the last remnants of my sanity hold them back Of course I can already feel a hole in my chest, growing more vast every second And I haven’t even leftMy Farewell
It’s been less than a day, since last I saw your face, but I miss it so much already Your wild hair, so reflective of your nature, random and showy Your weird and jazzy eyes, always looking for the next form of entertainment Elegant lips,
aalllhhhgggg
Yah I've done enough damage to myself. 
Homesick
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I'd have a battle of wits with you, but I don't fight anyone who's unarmed.
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I'd have a battle of wits with you, but I don't fight anyone who's unarmed.
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I'd have a battle of wits with you, but I don't fight anyone who's unarmed.
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I'd have a battle of wits with you, but I don't fight anyone who's unarmed.
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Good luck my Good Sir.
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I'd have a battle of wits with you, but I don't fight anyone who's unarmed.
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