for april.
It started with your slip of reality,
your stumble of morality,
the lies that you said weren't entirely mine.
When you gave me the key to your mental locks,
you didn't tell me I'd be opening pandora's box;
the heartache I've given you
wasn't meant for you this time.
I dance to beat of your fallen dreams
why is it nothing can ever be what it seems?
Why can't we ever fall into a perfectly straight line?
The webs you weave are tangled and corrupted
The things you believe are silly, unproductive.
And why is it I can
never make these damn lines rhyme?
Your standpoint on eternity doesn't make sense,
and your plane of existance doesn't cover half the rent.
The artistic views you hold no longer match the times.
The songs you make off the top of your head
are no good when you follow your dreams to be dead;
and your little suicidal rants
are making me lose my mind.
So go ahead and tell me I'm a bit insane.
You're neither first nor the last to play that game/
and messing with my head like that is a waste of your time.
You went and obliterated all your choices;
those things in your head aren't exactly called voices,
and the words that
you have for me are no longer kind.
Go on and tell me that your time is up.
It's your decision, I guess, and I wish you best of luck
but six feet under moist earth, I can't hear you whine.
Be the greatest fertilizer this world's ever seen;
you know I don't say these things to be mean,
but it seems you've already
made up your twisted little mind.
Please sing me to sanity and love me to lunacy.
Your shallow empathy was never lost on me;
but don't expect to get a dollar for your dime.
Go on and be your parasitic self.
Trust me, death's not as great as life itself,
and your nightmares are but a reflection
of your murky mind.
Let that stress be contagious elsewhere.
I want you to rewind, relax; believe me, I care.
And let me forget and forgive those hard times.
I repeat all these words to make the rhyme fit
but I know it doesn't bother you one little bit
so I'll quit this tangent now.
Just please know, I wanted you -- alive.
It started with your slip of reality,
your stumble of morality,
the lies that you said weren't entirely mine.
When you gave me the key to your mental locks,
you didn't tell me I'd be opening pandora's box;
the heartache I've given you
wasn't meant for you this time.
I dance to beat of your fallen dreams
why is it nothing can ever be what it seems?
Why can't we ever fall into a perfectly straight line?
The webs you weave are tangled and corrupted
The things you believe are silly, unproductive.
And why is it I can
never make these damn lines rhyme?
Your standpoint on eternity doesn't make sense,
and your plane of existance doesn't cover half the rent.
The artistic views you hold no longer match the times.
The songs you make off the top of your head
are no good when you follow your dreams to be dead;
and your little suicidal rants
are making me lose my mind.
So go ahead and tell me I'm a bit insane.
You're neither first nor the last to play that game/
and messing with my head like that is a waste of your time.
You went and obliterated all your choices;
those things in your head aren't exactly called voices,
and the words that
you have for me are no longer kind.
Go on and tell me that your time is up.
It's your decision, I guess, and I wish you best of luck
but six feet under moist earth, I can't hear you whine.
Be the greatest fertilizer this world's ever seen;
you know I don't say these things to be mean,
but it seems you've already
made up your twisted little mind.
Please sing me to sanity and love me to lunacy.
Your shallow empathy was never lost on me;
but don't expect to get a dollar for your dime.
Go on and be your parasitic self.
Trust me, death's not as great as life itself,
and your nightmares are but a reflection
of your murky mind.
Let that stress be contagious elsewhere.
I want you to rewind, relax; believe me, I care.
And let me forget and forgive those hard times.
I repeat all these words to make the rhyme fit
but I know it doesn't bother you one little bit
so I'll quit this tangent now.
Just please know, I wanted you -- alive.
