Alright this all started with a little bit of fuss,
Caught down crack type sat on the bus,
Laugh a little giggle and you ain't got funnier,
Little laugh cry cause the weathers gettin sunnier,
I know you think I don't know it, But I know what I said,
And yer I really mean when I say I would rather be dead,
But that kinda talk didn't get anyone nowhere,
Cept in in a broken neck heap at the bottom of the stairs,
It might have got a little croakier but my heart still sings,
and you can stand still while round you I'm running rings,
Now that wasn't a little crack to think of what I can do,
You know that it was circumstance that got the better of you,
I spent so long on the upstream push against the tides,
But i ran out of breath and I can't swim to the sides,
Now callus and dark as ever I can't get satisfaction
You can push me but don't touch me to get a reaction,
Sometimes I wonder what the hell am i doing,
Grab back what's lost, can't touch, it is just for viewing.
Your like a movie playing on a continuous reel,
Equilibrium, Conflict, Equilibrium and round again till I feel,
Like I know the story better than any script or plot,
Burning like a matchstick going out and soon to be forgot,
A short existence made to bring light into a dark room,
protecting you from baddies till we lost sight of the moon,
I think tomorrow i'm gunna write myself out a list,
Of all the things i regret, did to you and i missed,
And then im gunna stab a pencil through the phonebook,
and however deep the pen tears the paper that's where I'll look,
And I'll rite out the address in my neatest handwritten scrawl,
and post it to the recipient with out any indication it was me atall,
and the person who get's it whoever that person maybe,
Will cry at the sins, lies and disregard that they will have opened to see,
and never be unable to shake of the twitch of fear,
that a person in there life no matter how far or near,
could have thought the things that I think to myself,
Decision making gets jaded when you care not for wealth,
and your only true focus is for your voice to be heard,
whether thats screamed from the tallest building or in written word,
and you think that maybe someone out there will empathise,
but the person who understood you left because of your lies,
that's not fair to say it like they left you alone,
I made my decision without variables, controls it was completely my own,
But fuck me it was hard and I never knew how it would end,
but it's not over yet as a door closes a window opens and a lover to a friend,
