Sick

You reached, you liar, you bearer of falsehoods
Stumbling on your own wounds that you've given yourself
If only you could've seen, if only you had understood
Crashing upon the rocks, you're your own undoing
Let me tell you this, you make me sick

I will never be there for you again
You've thrown away every chance you've been given
You've thrown yourself into the pit of snakes and become them
You're a serpent, one with forked tongue
You filthy monster you make me sick

I cannot love you, I cannot lie
I'll always love you, at least I'll try
You horrid serpent you make me sick
I'm so so sorry for you, but you make me sick

Failure

You try so hard but you fall and you fail
That's all you can do
You can try so hard
But no matter what you will fail
Born to lose, we are
You try so hard but fall and you fail
Beating the crowd in the hail
The storm, the storm blows
And your fear of failure shows
So try your best I know you will
But you will always fail, fail still

Bug Eye

Capital gains and such are those not to be trifled with
Anyone know what I'm talking about because I don't
Are we all listening to the same tunes a second time around?
Or are we marching to a different beat that no one knows
Bug eye this and bug eye that, jumping out of your skin
At the drop of a hat
Wishing wells where people go to die and be reborn
It's a funny thing when you understand the rest of the lives
Translating for speakers not of this world
Something is missing on the most beautiful and ugly way
So bug eye this and bug eye that, you can always find me
At the drop of a hat
Am I making sense and am I being clear?
Or must I repeat myself over and over again for your sake
Like a jumping bean that can't quit find it's bounce
A snake that slithers backwards and a fish that swim in the water
Yes, bug eye this and that, you'll never understand
The drop of a hat

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What is the meaning of life
I don't know
Give me an answer worth fighting for
That's all I have to to say
What is the meaning of strife
Even flow
Tell me something that I've said before
That's how I want the way

Speak if you know what's good for you
I've got a notion to break on you too
And the mischievous end is nigh
While you're feeling so mighty and high

I can't bring you back
You're the one who's acting wack
Bleed for what it's worth
I can't force you the truth

So end it all from the top of a bridge
I won't fight you anymore from the ridge
Be what you want it's only your call
I'll be the one who catches your fall

I love you, I love you
I can't teach you
I won't speak for you
I won't be there for you

But I'll always be right beside you...

Mystery and Fantasy

Mystery separates reality.  Reality separates fantasy.
But in the moment there is peace and tranquility in the utmost extreme sense of those terms. Everlasting joy, triumph and existence is perfect.
But when we open up and dissect what mystery is there is a fine line between the reality and the dreams and the only explanations are madness.
People think we are crazy for the dreams that we have but yet they fail to realize how precious fantasy is.
Reality is a crushing blow.  It is heavy and dark and dank and altogether a repulsive aspect of life.
Having to live in reality is our duty and therefore not what we strive towards.
Instead we all strive towards a fantasy and dreams to live lives that we find more entertaining and hopeful.
So what I want to say is...it's okay to live in a fantasy world every now and then.
Escape reality.  I know we all need that.  I know we all need that...