we play amongst two faced, two toned, two dimensional people.
the liars, the cheaters, the pitiful.
they expect explanation, or inclination.
you're not going to get either.
look past what you see, because that is truly not the real me.
you cannot know me by my poems, or journals, or pictures, or prose.
the only way to know me, is to love me.
and that would be too much to ask.

i hope this satisfies your rude and invading tendencies.








"The Bleeding"

[V1:]
I remember when all the games began
Remember every little lie and every last goodbye
Promises you broke, words you choked on
and I never walked away,
it's still a mystery to me

[Pre-Chorus:]
Well I'm so empty
I'm better off without you and you're better off without me
Well you're so unclean
I'm better off without you and you're better off without me

[Chorus:]
The lying, the bleeding, the screaming
Was tearing me apart
The hatred (deceiving), the beatings; it's over

[V2:]
Paint the mirrors black to forget you
I still picture your face and the way you used to taste
Roses in a glass, dead and wilted
To you this all was nothing
Everything to you is nothing

[Pre-Chorus:]
Well you're so filthy
I'm better off without you and you're better off without me
Well I'm so ugly
You're better off without me and I'm better off alone

[Chorus:]
The lying, the bleeding, the screaming
Was tearing me apart
The hatred, the beatings (disaster); it's over

As wicked as you are, you're beautiful to me
You're the darkest burning star, you're my perfect disease

[Chorus:]
The lying, the bleeding, the screaming
Was tearing me apart
The hatred, the beatings; it's over
Disaster
The lying, the bleeding, the screaming
Was tearing me apart
The hatred, the beatings; it's over
Disaster

It's over now.