All right I will.

Now, here’s the rise of the truth.

Don’t forget what I’ve said

And after it’s all been said, don’t forget what it meant.

Like a bullet to a gun,

Like a flame to a candle,

This is how it was supposed to be.

Hearing this cry and contempt and frustration-

It’s inexplicable how it always turns out this way. I guess it’s

Safe to call it fate. Call it remorse. Call it whatever you want.

That’s right, a choice in the matter.

Is it your first time?

Mine was last week and it was

Excellent. Oh what a lovely feeling it is. And all this time

I thought that I was something.

Though, it’s not like they would have said something different.

How is it that lies have become the truth of the matter?

Outrageous claims. Outrageous fables… Simply outrageous.

Unless the right words come out, don’t speak until spoken to.

God is always watching.

Hell is dying for your soul.

Think about that the next time you want something. And all this time

I thought that things would get better as this ended and the next began.

Whatever. It’s not like I expected them to rectify these

Abuses. Such a tortured little Emo soul.

Somebody needs a hug. Don’t touch me.

See, there is such a thing as a smile.

Perhaps you just need to stop placing the blame.

Everyone has their own problems. You just

Can’t expect the world to stop for you.

It would be nice to think so. We

All think it would be nice to think so. Oh conformity… such a

Lovely concept.