Whenever, whenever, when in May,
There is a day with nothing to do;
Save go through the looking glass
And trespass on hours past.
May they last forever.
 
Through the abyss on a lightning arc
Darkly in your mind.
Find whatever moments you choose
And lose them to your pride.
Yet arks of mine are at your side.

Love always betrays,
it last but a moment,
and causes pain.
Remember why we like and then love,
don't let them overtake each other,
but let them be a part of each other

I stand at his gate
but i know its too late
he has a bed mate
i feel like dead weight
i knew i wasnt great
but i thought we could relate
and together we could create
but now my love is hate
i guess sadness is my fate

Hardly thought of yet fondly remembered
moments redacted from memory
adoration and anguish become friendship and folly

A shameless return to missed opportunity
words welling up
the grave of guilt

Torn out but never removed
the heart’s debt to doubt
no pang more painful

the dream
sometimes I wonder if this is all just a dream
when no one can here my silenced screams
this dream I live only I see
sometimes I wonder if it's anyone but me
curiousity gets you places
but in this dream it only goes so far
and then I wonder if I'll be able to indure another day
these people tell me many things
like how to feel a different way
about this dream
in which I live
will someone help me
something's got to give

(the voices say not to take heed)
but do I ever listen
(the dark deep pits of the human soul)
I'll listen I said
(was it a good idea no it was not)
I'll listen to the abyss
(you'll find it staring back at you)
I can be in touch with that side of myself
(no you can't no one can)
I'll be fine
(no)

She waited to die, she married for lies
her shirt is stained with her own tears
past up her sleeve, she's forgotten the trick
unable to leave. She's stuck in the thick of her own hopes

All that she needs, all that she wants, all alone, wed to wealth
in sickness and health, dead inside, never free
silenced by materials, in her eyes you'll see her plea
"No hope lies here, you can't help me
dependent on fake love, I wish I was born ugly"
her perspective deceives, they said what's good's never free.

I’m so tired.
I’ve been stretched to my limits and I fear I am only human!
I feel I bear the weight of a thousand worlds that are not my own!

Then, once the weight is lifted I am left with the weight of my own, what I’ve been neglecting.
I am weak, and sick of pretending.
What I wouldn’t give to be able to break?