All I ever wanted to be,
Was everything you ever wanted…
Scrambled Thoughts Aren’t the Cure
Can’t get my head straight.
Every day seems like mind rape.
So spare me the next date,
Put bullet in my head and change fate.
You’re like a fucking puzzle
I’m so confuzzled.
Can’t understand, but my heart keeps telling my mind that it gives a damn.
Just wish I knew
Can’t ever figure it out.
So instead I love in doubt.
You’re like a poisonous cure.
The allure of my temptation
Is real or just recreation?
My creation of a twisted sensation
Bringing the assistance of building my fucked up nation.
Blessing the Damned (Damning the Blessed)
It’s funny how a gift can be a curse,
It can give your soul a lift and put your body in a hearse, But even a terse smile or the purse of your lips,
Can reverse my curse and make it a blessing,
Pressing my emotion and testing my devotion,
I’m lost to my heart as it thunders on in it’s blind locomotion.
I wish I could go back in time
Before girls, crushes, and romance
Because I’m addicted to love and I hate every minute of it…