I get this dwelling dark feeling that always seems to put a smile on my face. And the juxtaposition is so eccentric and malevolent that I know it suits me perfectly.

My heart dies whenever I think about what your thinking because I know that you think like me...

... and I know what I think about...

and I pray that my thoughts aren't right.

Sometimes I wonder if life is really worth living...
Other times I wonder if my reason for living is a mere lie...

I might not be able to hold your cold sweet hand, but I can still feel your hand on my heart.

As I give way to the unforgiving current, the memory of what was forms a solid glass tear-- falling to the tide, disappearing into the forgotten.

"I could write you a thousand love songs
search the world for the perfect tune and rhyme
but what good would it do
when it seems I'm out of time...."

No one can mimic the love you have given me.

...And no one can fill the hole in my heart, either.

"God has a sense of humor. I mean c'mon! If you have any doubt, go to Wal-mart and just watch. God has an amazing sense of humor."
- (I forgot the dude's name.)

[ When you go, would you even turn to say

"I don't love you
Like I loved you
Yesterday." ]
-MCR

As the minutes pass and the clock slows, I watch my wrists bleed as the stained knife glows.