NightCrawling

It seems that I'm a hopeless romantic Because nothing ever goes my way But I always think it will Which explains why at the end of the day You will find me here standing, still. I'm like a tree swaying ever-so-slightly in the wind With the breeze gently brushing past But the wind always has an end And these autumn leaves won't last.

I'm just going to sit here with a smile And I'll pick up all the names of all the styles And everything else thats not worth while. Because the things that really matter, don't... In the world today.

All you do is whisper silent insanities When all I need is a fucking remedy To this ever-present compulsion To want what I can't have And have what I can't want. But, Oh, I get so close You don't even know. I can get what I want within reach But you come along with a lesson to teach And take it all away. I drown just before the surface And wake up at the bottom just as nervous And endless cycle of almost-success and always-failure Because if you're not first you're last And you made damned sure I learned that fast.

That candle flickered overhead But its burnt out now. Something bumped the switch in your head And you started your long fall down. You're at the bottom, the lowest of the low And all you care about now is how fast your heart can go... Before it POPS! Like a balloon in midair, a mind without a single care Of whether or not somewhere is truly there. You just sit and stare And procrastinate the hallucinations away And hope to god you don't forget to pray today So he'll wash your sins, like hallucinations away.

He was a drop of water, A tear from an eye. Sent to the slaughter And left there to die. But thats not what they said When they read on the news That this young man was dead And another in his shoes. Just a month past eighteen. His plans and goals still tiny little dreams When he left with a battlecry and a scream. What do you think was the last thing he'd seen? Not the flag of a country who never really cared. But the living, beating memories of the ones that were really there. The ones who were actually scared To lose the war, Because that meant losing him, too, And realizing more Of the things he'd never get to do. His l

Sunset and rise in opposite skies But the message is just the same, and oh so clear. The colors of beauty in each The reds, the blues, the golds In perfect contrast to the world below. All but polluted by grays of smoke, fog, smog. All but diluted by blood, sweat, tears. The results of years and years and years Of the same wars, different names, same fears. Open your eyes, your ears. Look, look around, hear. Cries of children, blasts of bombs, shots of guns. The constant worries of the race the politics run. So unimportant compared to the issues of one... One nation under SIEGE By false dreams of political thieves. The few who

She's not what she seems but even better. Even more so with every new letter In every new word she chooses to mutter While I can barely even stutter... Oh is she a sight to see. The way she laughs at anything And everything laughs with her Because it just can't be helped. She's contagious. And even when she attempts To act serious All you can do is frown And think you're all but delirious. Because such an expression doesn't belong on such a pretty face. She makes you question everything you know... Everything you thought you knew... Everything you thought you couldn't do. Because she's a distraction Way beyond the matters of