Unspoken words charted, since the last time we departed.
Trying to think of ways to fortify the infrastructure, but your still there.
I’ll be an asshole and touch up my game face.
Catch a case from the smile, and avoid the empty space.
Jargon touches ears when irrational thoughts occur.
Then it occurred to me, I’m losing you because I thought you were her.
We all grow up, but I accidentally forgot to.
Dwell on the past looking for loopholes to see through.
I’m sorry I made you a part of this twisted game.
Because I thought you hurt me, but in actuality making you insane.
Tears shed and obstacles crossed.
Dragging you down because I couldn’t admit I was lost.
Lost unfaithfully in the worlds of emotion.
Fighting off friends through trends, now that’s devotion.
Sent into the eye of the storm, stay low.
But now my mannerisms are attached to broken halos.
Life is death when you realize you have nothing left.
So I suggest we come to terms and find happiness in this mess.
Because masks get heavy when the paint begins to fade.
Embrace the world with a grimace and watch our pains fade away?
Well I can’t do it, I’ll elect to be bitter
While your In search for insatiable insecurities trying to find the proper,
The phone rings … but nobody answers.
The phone rings … while I search for answers.
Unguided souls eventually collapse under pressure.
The deck is stacked; learn to fold your gestures.
52 pick up on the scattered pieces that remain
So how far can we get from playing games?
Reset, restart … you were special.
Something else, you graciously let me bless you.
On the contrary it’s all relative.
It’s hard to rekindle a flame without it’s will to live.
Without it’s will to live.
I need to stop looking for excuses to be indecisive.
Because my feet are sore from walking on limbs.
Flimsy opinions are self induced.
By hindered vision abuse.
You only see what you want to believe.
And I hated you because somehow I didn’t fit your needs.
But you can only roll with punches until your punch drunk.
And the analogies sat in the puddle where my heart sunk.
It’s time to put all the sorrows to rest to catch the Z’s.
So we can both be cured of this disease.
Please seize the inadequacies and walk away with your pride.
The niche is broken; I can’t even begin to hide.
And wash away the lies and face the monster inside.
I can’t even stomach your alter ego, its taste resembles cyanide.
The poison picked apart my mind, in effects of over exposure.
The breach has put me on the brink of closure.
This is a sequel to a song I wrote called “Sorrow and the Short Comings” which I may or may not release. “Sorrow and the Short Comings” was wrote to shed light on a situation with a female I endured for many years. Once the song was completed I realized the sheer anger and resentment that was bottled inside. So I wrote “Opposite of Sorrow” once I realized all of it could of easily been my fault as well