Chewing On Glass…

It never was all the hard before it was soft
Ten more minutes and the vomit becomes a pillow
Slow suicide is what we are all really after
Once said happiness is a six foot ditch
I’ve never been wrong about things that don’t matter
Hard to believe… but it’s true if you trust me

It’s so much darker in here than I thought…

The drugs were supposed to help me feel normal
Now I can’t feel anything at all
Focusing has become harder and harder
As each day persistently brings me down
Closer to the reality you’re all talking about

Lost?… Not if I’ve never been found…

So… if we let this all go
What will we be left with
The fear or the satisfaction
A deep breath or a bleeding wound
The sigh of an extinguished relief
Fear will never let us know the difference
This uncertainty down in the soul
Is deeper than my flesh and bone
So… if we let this all got to shit
I know the hurt will still be there
Resting against the fear of uncertainty
Resting in a grave of our own dissatisfaction

Is that enough to make any sort of sense of this…

From a different perspective
Emergence is more than a necessity
Spitting blood… bleeding soul
Took this existence for what it was worth
Slowly dying in a place of living
From a different perspective
Things might seem worse than it really is
Crawling out… Skin wearing down
Slowly pulling myself apart
Something hidden in the darkness
A better person or nothing at all
From a different perspective
I guess we were never meant to find out

If you made it this far… it wouldn’t hurt to not understand…

I’m holding out for something better
Classic for me and you should know
Hang in there you’ve heard this before
The whole world is a stage and I
Nothing more than a pawn to keep it moving
Rome wasn’t built in a day
But neither was anything you had to say
I’m holding out for something better
Classic me to only come up with shit
Everyone has already heard before

Woke up this sobering feeling… that I gave away more than I gained…

Building something better isn’t always better
Building on a foundation I found on the ground
Getting to carried away with myself
All these things I found walking around
Remember how cool everything used to be
Before now or an hour ago?
Me either and I can’t stop myself
From believing my own lies
Of something better or the way it used to be
Tragedy strikes at the most random times
Inspiration comes from the ashes as they fall
Building something better isn’t always better
Building nothing off of something isn’t any different
Just more shit we think we need to say

Frankly… none of this should be taken so seriously…

Everything goes away at the end
Take it from me… don’t fear
What you already have to lose
Fear what will happen if you do
Nothing at all by your own will
Take it from me… don’t fear death
Fear not living until the end
Take it from me…
I’ve wasted enough time
For both me and you…

This is longer than I thought it was going to be…

So you say you can see
All the thoughts you think are me
Rooting through my brain
Is a very dangerous game to play
I can feel you inside and out
As though you are real but
I mostly live in doubt
If I don’t know who I am
If I only believe I am damned
How is it you know so much about
Something no one knows anything about

Well… that got a little out of hand… Can’t remember the last time I had to do two parts to anything… Was that the right choice?… Should I have broken it up into more pieces?… Honestly after all that… I could use another perspective…