I am not perfect
nor am I able to be perfected
i am damaged
I've been broken and battered and torn
i been cut up and sewn back together
my heart has been casted aside
thrown against many odds
I've cried my eyes
bone dry


I have questioned my every action
and truth behind your cruel intentions
I have taken blame upon my self instead of
aiming at the obvious choice
all because i chose to see the beauty with
in all your madness

at times you may say its in my head ....
and let a little piece die inside of me
all because the truth is to hard for you to own up to...

that you would rather mentally tangle your
web weaved of lies and compromise
my own sanity ...


all in the name of love
four letter tragedy so sad to see
that even through every thing
you still hold on to your
false apologetic
arrogance
thinking that yet again ill fall
for your foolish nonsense

yet you have been mistaken you chose to wonder
onto my bad side now flee for all you have done is proven to me how much
I am now a beautiful nightmare of a wreck lost
at a sea of everlasting demise