Thought I was rather different but I'm just like all the others. I played with another's feelings when it wasn't my intention. There are some things I must learn for the part of being in love. There are some things I must learn before I fuck it all up again. I don't want to hurt her but I somehow found a way. I'd kick myself a thousand times if she left or pull the trigger and I'm gone. It hurts when you've just realized you've hurt the one you love.

Bring A Sad Smile

Bring a sad smile to my face and make Jesus Christ fall from grace. A mutual reminder of sentences spoken between minutes and seconds that pass beneath the floor and the music in our ears. Even now I wonder what it would have been but I've decided not to drive down that road. It could've been another cul-de-sac just waiting for me to crash into.

Bring a sad smile to your face and stop my lies from giving chase. Sad stories lie beneath your complexion and wondering where it could have gone and should have gone. It opens up a labyrinth that makes me wonder where I have been going to. The sphynx and the sarcophagus. The hopeless dreams that lay hidden and exposed in our eyes. Another contemptuous lie that spreads beneath the walls hoping to die.

Bring a sad smile to this face and bring it all back to base. Second quarter, third quarter home. Dreams of leaving still remain but the thoughts grow more distant by the day. Soon enough nobody leaves and the chances of dreams almost find a happy home in a comfortable room of misery. A seemingly endless array of contradictions that make life a sweet enjoyable funfair ride when you're one step closer to hell.

Bring a sad smile since we've got nothing left at all but to be here. Surrounded by smokescreens and baggage, the angles tilt into the mixtures of our minds. The thoughts leave themselves in muddles. The oceans that calm, the disarray inside. The sickness in my stomach. The fear in yours. All complications left astray and all the memories betray. Is there anything left in this world? Just tell me "I love you."

Fail In The Guidelines

Too many words lost. Too many repeating. Inside the closest I can find would be a million miles away. Can't explain the feelings anymore. I can see the images but not the words to fit. It makes a mockery of my feelings. And I don't know how to explain this.......didn't words have some kind of meaning? Communication likes to play a joke once in a while.

I did not read your feelings. It would have felt like I was a voyeur dismantling the thoughts of an exotic creature. Something tainted in the painting of that disguise. It helps to use as a mask for lies and that's not something I would have wanted. Even now when things are different. Even now when I try to think of something to say.

I fail in the guidelines of your love. The provisional dreams that we keep. Just let me know where I'm going wrong. In the past there was the luggage. A perpetual tourist inside another dream. Wake up to reality is just another dream. And how you would consistently destroy another world just for your own sake. I wish I had the words to describe the feelings. They've got nothing on me.