Horsebite (Tales Of Extraordinary Sadness) To carry on wishing my youth away, isn't progressive or a means to an end. By hiding from the chances to change, would only cause me to fall closer to fate. I can't seem to find the words, that you are hoping to hear now. Which scripted scene will I have to learn, my lines for next, so I can rest. If something's are best left unsaid, then I'll write them down in a bloody red, 'cos I am the song that's stuck in your head, the one that wishes you would soon turn deaf. I'd rather be anywhere but here, I'm always daydreaming of somewhere else. How long can you stare into space? How long 'til you admit to all your past mistakes? When you don't feel you've got a place to go, just remember it's ok to be alone. I've fallen in love with loneliness, so no one gets hurt, emptiness is bliss. Double standards mask us from empathy. I'm vulnerable due to my own honesty. Manically suppressing everything that I feel, Until I break down and forget how to heal. But that's who I was, and that's who you are now.

Punching It's risky business walking along on a tight rope, let's make it interesting by wearing a blindfold. Summon up the courage to commit to my choices, failure being imminent when impulses turn boisterous. The past seems more romantic than it really was, memories are biased perceptions sprung from angel dust. Public displays of rejection for all to see and hear, will cripple the selfless souls who've always been sincere. If a Life without meaning, is a life without purpose, Then everything that we will learn, will become worthless. A homage to all the friendships, that I couldn't keep any longer. since I've heard that absence, makes the heart grow fonder. It's time to start again, and move myself away, a fresh new beginning, to avoid being lead astray. 'cos i've quit replaying, the conversations that we once had, that were stuck and looping, in my head for hours on end. Sometimes old ghosts comeback, to remind us of what we have today. Sometimes old ghosts comeback, to try to stop us from making the same mistakes again. Sometimes old ghosts forget, we're already haunted by the living. Sometimes old ghosts forget, they're just figments of our imagination. Another place, another time, another life and I know I'd be fine. But right now, just in this moment, I'm losing my will, to persevere and survive. I'm breaking up, with the person, that i used to be. (oh the irony) Wasted my time, and now I'm being punished, for eternity. (Just another cliche) Oh the irony. Just another cliche.

Clown Shoes. (Déjà Blues) All throughout my life, I've had to bite my tongue, hindsight's a bitch, I wish I'd just of been blunt. When the choices we make, are the same as the mistakes we create, then I'll discover the mantra, that will deliver me towards grace. If you always do, what you always did, then you'll always get, what you always got. That's why yesterday, never goes away, whilst tomorrow will always be, in our way. Out of sight, out of mind, nothing changes, as no-one's got the time. We've all bitten off, far more than we can chew, that's why we've all came down with, a bad case of the déjà blues. Misguided youth, born from polluted truth, forever waiting on promises, that we know will never be fulfilled. There's always someone else somewhere else, who's got it so much worse, so we'll all eventually, see our "problems" through. If real eyes, realise, real lies, then the longer we live, means the more we'll despise. We are not a collective conscious. as everything i've grown to know, turned out to be a lie. (I've lived a lie.) When I was down, you told me: "Just let it all out". but when i finally did, you were nowhere to be found. It's always been, my biggest downfall, I don't want the world, I just wanna be heard. What you give is what you'll forget. What you take is what you'll regret. I've only ever wanted, to be sincere, but what goes through my head, isn't what you'll get to hear. I've finally learnt, that i need to stop to breathe, before I can muster up the courage, to allow myself to speak. Step outside of yourself, do you like what you see? Are you the person, that you'd always envisioned yourself to be? Hold back those tears, 'cos they're worth so much more, than the ones, that you've naively chosen to shed them for. Nothing ever really works out, but when you've got nothing to lose, you've got everything to live for. This is my cathartic release, a sacred oath, to every person that I've ever known. The best thing I never said, will be the closest kept secret, hidden from your ears, for years on end. Anxiety forever taking the best away from me, jealousy always blinding me, serotonin barely staggering around through me. This is the end of chapter one which was called "I set you free".