To the guy in the street who's afraid to be strong cause it's too hard, I'm here for you.

I thought I learned everything that I needed to know from you in our short time together.
You taught me how to think on a higher level.
How to do everything step by step.
How to follow a program
And how to lead yourself astray from that program to get your mind back on track.
Until we were alone together,
I thought I knew how you felt about me.
That it was strictly business.

Sweating sparks that rage into a lake of light
turning into an ocean of crashing ash.
It's so comforting
so long as you know when to stop.
Your body,
toasty and joyous.
The world around you satisfied,
but what you never realized is that what
you onc looked for pleasure has now died.
You take what you need from it then toss it aside
like when juries need to cry

I wanted to set roses on fire.
I wanted to crack open the clouds and watch them bleed the tears of angels.
I wanted to kick a puppy.
To stab every couple I saw that smiled more than me.
I wanted to breathe smoke.
To drown the moaning
mourning
mysterious Mona Lisa in hellfire.
To crumble the Sistine Chapel
and step on the hand of serenity.

For as long as I could remember, I've always been inside this fence. And, the loner I would be inside this space, the closer the fence got to me. I would climb for hours and hours on end. I would remember climbing for so long, the rust from the fence would sink inside my hands, making them weak. And then I would fall so quickly toward the ground.

I can paint whatever image I want in your mind with my words,
but it won't make you hear me.
Cause though not purposely,
I can't speak clearly
with you so near me.
It's wierd you see.
It feels so natural
to talk with actual empty promises of
"I'll always be near," and "There's nothing to fear" when really, I'm scared.
And it's not that I can't promise my place

It's hard to believe that it's come to this already.
Our final day in those noisy halls
our final day with all of our classroom crushes and luscious lovers.
It's sad to say but true today
that after this day
we have one more year to play
until we fly our separate ways.

So, on this day,
let's just say that our wings weren't tied.
That we stopped caring about what idiot lied

I'm in a place where no one wants to be.
Between supposed lovers and suspected rivals,
I could have find myself in total bliss.
You see, I don't hate myself
but I'm far from loving me.
Which use to be fine, cause that's where I found my everything to be at it's best.
I'd fight harder not because I wanted to harm my opponent,

Being free isn't what it's seems to be.
Never having a care in the world
but never cared for.
Living life to the fullest
so long as you can ignore the empty feeling in your heart each time you get into your house.
Lusting freely
feeding off the feeling of freaky fierce friction between your frame and a five star,