• As I'm sitting here staring,
    vacant, not caring.
    I'm losing my mind
    Just trying to find:

    Love, trust, hope.

    The ability to cope,
    it evades me.
    So I cant see,
    What's so very plain,
    the boy with pretty names.

    He calls me a whore,
    but he says he adores.
    He says I'm so very beautiful.
    What a lovely lull.
    Is it sad I can't decide,
    which boy it is and why?
    There are more than one,
    But who is the most fun?

    And faith, such a petty thing,
    and tell me what it brings?
    Lies, obscuring purity.
    To much responsibility.
    Your dirty confession,
    about a scary obsession.
    Has left me to worry,
    not worth it, surely.
    Or am i missing something yet again?
    Tell me, my dear "friend".

    I never saw the point,
    of wishing on a star.
    It will never get you far,
    it is nothing but a dream,
    with a realistic gleam.
    But you never get your wish,
    I'm just another realist.
    You can make a wish on every star,
    here, near, far.
    Your hope will lead you astray,
    forever and today.

    But does this mean I can not want these things?
    What love and hope and trust brings?
    No I wish to be naive,
    to pull flowers from my sleeve,
    and think it's real magic.
    Because life is oh so tragic.
    So if I can never find the happiness,
    Does this make me a pessimist?
    Or is it just seeing through the mist,
    past love, and trust, and wish.
    If it is I wish to not,
    not give it all this thought.
    Just accept it all for what is seems,
    believe their little dreams,
    and make my very own.
    But here I stand, all alone.
    Not hoping, or loving, or trusting.
    But knowing, and lying, and lusting,
    because no matter if I like it,
    that stuff is all just s**t.