I'm driving.
I'm driving in my car all alone.
I'm thinking: Why does life
always do me wrong?
I'm driving and thinking,
driving and thinking and yearning but wanting.
I needed you when my times were low,
but you were gone,
long gone,
you decided to end our love,
decided not to say a word,
it hurts,
it hurts and I'm driving and I'm thinking of why I'm driving.
Where am I going? To Hell.
Why am I going there? It's the perfect place for me.
I drive towards a cliff and i get out the car.
My legs are heavy among the dirt,
dust covering my face and dust creeping into my cuts,
my cuts all over my arms,
all over my hands,
he didn't need me,
he never did.
I look down at the cliff and think: Should i really end this?
Just one simple leap,
one leap,
and all is gone.
I shrug off my inner voice,
i breathe in very deeply,
my heart racing fast,
my adrenaline picking up speed,
i close my eyes and-

These thoughts that fill my head,
every word out of my mouth that has already been said,
fuck it,
screw it,
I'm gonna fix this.

I see,
that from your perception that you want her more than you wanted me so you let me be to be with her?
Ha ha, I don't think so.
See,
you can't get away that easily.
Ok ok so she gived you good head,
typical girl with a mouth she can't keep closed,
much less her legs.
But I understand,
I understand.
If you don't care about anything else but her then why were you with me telling me that you wanted me?
Telling me that you wanted to be there when we had kids,
when we got married-you know what, screw it.

Ok ok I'm sorry I'm being mean,
and i know your new girlfriend is probably too ditzy to even understand that SHE IS A WHORE-but obviously that was is her job description for her life's success.
Oh wait,
damn,
I'm being mean again.
I'm sorry,
but anyways yeah,
to get to the point,
to the very point,
she's a whore,
point blank.
End of story,
I'm done.

I'm the prisoner of my own mind,
mischievious to them all,
I'm the love maker,
the heartbreaker,
to these boys I make them crawl.
I control every aspect of your being through my fingertips,
through one touch you're settled down,
through one touch all ends,
all war subsides,
all the things I use to feel inside,
subsides.

I'm a prisoner of evil,
behind the bars I'm contained and it's killing me softly.
My powers won't work behind metal,
won't work behind protection,
it won't work at all.
I felt pain,
I've dealt with pain,
broken hearts,
stolen names,
broken dreams,
boys screaming of who's the blame.

For I have the power to oversee it all,
to conquer it all,
to feel it all,
but I won't get anywhere,
I can't do anything,
behind these metal bars.

I have to remember that i can't always get what i want,
so i won't flip off the handle.
I won't go completely mad and yell inappropriate things and cry and complain about how you're not here and how you're there with her.
No.
I'll breathe,
I'll relax,
I'll just take it slow.
I'll view what's in front of me.
I'll be who I wanna be.
I'll act the way i wanna act,
with or without you.
I'm gonna keep breathing,
because if I don't,
I don't know what the hell i could do to you.

I'll give away any exhaust that drooped from your eyes,
snuggle close,
listen intently,
to this rhythmatic lullaby.
Sing softly while rocking you in my arms tightly,
the room filling with the voice to the Heaven's sweet song making,
whisper oh so softly and cradle you tightly in my arms
while your eyes droop closed and birds sing and doves fly and children laugh and the song goes on....

I rock back and forth,
sitting in this chair,
you in my arms,
the only thing in your mind is the voice of my love.
Sweet darling sleep peacefully.
Sweet darling goodnight