Disguise of Uncertainty

Part VIII of Omitting My Confessions

If ure gunna kill me,

than be a man & watch me die.

Tell me you dont love me,

say it to my face this time.

Maybe im failing to except the loss,

but ure failing to care why

and maybe thats why im a childish fool

wanting the beast to be the man he is inside

I failed to show the world that the monster

is only a disguise of uncertainty

I failed to be important,

failed to be enough,

and ive failed to convince myself,

that Im not still in love with u.

and all i have to show,

is that now ive been denied.

Paper Hearts, Fires, and Air Conditioning

PART VII of Omitting My Confessions

I'm spinning in circles,

to keep off of the ground.

But i'm falling faster now,

these circles only go down.

why are they a spiral,

thats a fall until the end?

why is this the end of the line,

when its doesnt have a start

I'm tired of artificial hugs,

that will never mean anything.

why is everything so fake,

when this world is so real,

and its everything we make it,

so whys this a circle with no end?

whys this a line without a start?

wheres God, and wheres love?

I'm tired of long goodbyes,

that are just blown away.

like the AC has more control,

of where they go than we do.

I'm making another paper heart,

just so you can tear it again.

attaching string to dangle it from,

so you can burn it slowly.

and this time i'll just cry,

cause old habits die hard,

and this ones dying slowly,

without the AC taking over.

I'm tired of artificial hugs,

that will never mean anything.

why is everything so fake,

when this world is so real,

and its everything we make it,

so whys this a circle with no end?

whys this a line without a start?

wheres God, and wheres love?

I'm tired of long goodbyes,

that are just blown away.

like the AC has more control,

of where they go than we do.

But the AC could make,

a wild fire out of what you've started,

until I'm martyred for you,

for believing in something more.

All of these wicked words,

are being spewed into my ears,

but im stuck here thinking,

see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.

I'm tired of artificial hugs,

that will never mean anything.

why is everything so fake,

when this world is so real,

and its everything we make it,

so whys this a circle with no end?

whys this a line without a start?

wheres God, and wheres love?

I'm tired of long goodbyes,

that are just blown away.

like the AC has more control,

of where they go than we do.

I'm spinning in circles,

to keep off of the ground.

but this AC is succeeding,

in blowing me down...

Matters of Opinion; Zebras and Vampires

Part VI of Omitting my Confessions

the phone is ringing,

you look to see who it is.

But you know very well,

the name thats on the screen.

you're gunna break soon,

i can feel it in this air.

And all of this time,

you were trying to compare.

But zebras and vampires,

overlap in small and simple ways.

Its a matter of opinion,

its a matter of who you are,

its like little boys with spaceships,

like little girls and dolls.

yet this time its our life,

this time its something more.

Its a phone we have to hang up,

and a promise we have to make.

make up your mind sir,

the light's either on or off,

i'm either here or im there,

and you either care or you don't.

So pick her up,

or let her down now.

Shes gunna move on,

and shes gunna come right back.

But zebras and vampires,

overlap in small and simple ways.

Its a matter of opinion,

its a matter of who you are,

its like little boys with spaceships,

like little girls and dolls.

yet this time its our life,

this time its something more.

Its a phone we have to hang up,

and a promise we have to make.

Don't you see this cycle?

don't you see this plan?

I'm tired of losing the same game,

to the same people,

I'm tired of effortless people,

effortless notes goodbye.

But zebras and vampires,

overlap in small and simple ways.

Its a matter of opinion,

its a matter of who you are,

its like little boys with spaceships,

like little girls and dolls.

yet this time its our life,

this time its something more.

Its a phone we have to hang up,

and a promise we have to make.

the phone is ringing,

you look to see who it is.

But you know very well,

the name is a ghost to kill.

Desperate to Know; Rubber Souls

Part V of Omitting my Confessions

can you say goodbye without crying?

can you tell me the truth without lying?

Cause i'm becoming desperate to know,

what things could have been like.

I made a mistake,

but so did the world.

I'm questioning God,

he's saying we are crazy.

These lights are growing dimmer,

this tunnel's becoming thinner.

Sanity's in question,

as all these words are falling out.

can you say goodbye without crying?

can you tell me the truth without lying?

Cause i'm becoming desperate to know,

what things could have been like.

There's a mad man in the streets,

there's people without a home.

and their lives amount to nothing,

but there's happiness in their smile.

So if you can't kill what's dying,

then become someone you don't know.

Its just another pair of shoes to fill,

shoes with rubber souls.

can you say goodbye without crying?

can you tell me the truth without lying?

Cause i'm becoming desperate to know,

what things could have been like.

I made a mistake,

but so did the world.

I'm questioning God,

he's saying we are crazy....

Cast Away Wilson

Part IV of Omitting my Confessions

why is it,

that talent isn't noticed..

these people know things,

but they ignore them all.

They can make mud out of water,

and create nothing from this sand.

When miracles surround them,

they never see them there.

So are these people just crazy,

or is there something else to blame?

Cause this is no longer a fight,

its just a pointless argument.

So cast away wilson,

this storm will never end.

gravity has been my enemy,

for keeping me on this ground.

im only asking for a prayer,

one person to please care.

But i'm stuck in this storm,

and like Wilson I can't die

this talent is saying sorry,

and its looking me in the face,

It's telling me life is over,

and its saying thats a fact.

I'm wondering what is mine,

I'm wondering if i'm alive.

the ocean holds my passion,

the horizon owns my mind,

these seasons are changing,

their lives are ever-new.

this willow has spent an eternity,

weeping my tears for me.

So cast away wilson,

this storm will never end.

gravity has been my enemy,

for keeping me on this ground.

im only asking for a prayer,

one person to please care.

But i'm stuck in this storm,

and like Wilson I can't die

gravity could be my enemy,

for keeping me on this ground..

[repeat]

so cast away wilson,

yea cast away wilson..

[repeat as necessary]

If science isn't nature,

and these people aren't good,

than who's to blame for evolution,

cause this system has a crack.

And i'm falling like crazy,

i'm just about to break.

When caffine can not hold me,

and this alarm clock's tone is dead.

I'm aiming for space I never needed,

your asking for things I didn't want.

and so whys this world falling,

whys this tree still crying for me?

So cast away wilson,

this storm will never end.

gravity has been my enemy,

for keeping me on this ground.

im only asking for a prayer,

one person to please care.

But i'm stuck in this storm,

and like Wilson I can't die

Theres nothing to find,

so dont even try,

not even wilson survived this storm,

and Wilson couldn't die.

Burn This Bridge; Invisible Man

Part III of Omitting My Confessions

I wasted time to think about you,
invisible man without a heart.
I thought trust was just so easy,
but trusting you is hard.

Heres a mirror,
heres my proof you don't exist.
I can see right through you now,
this sun will fade you till your dust.

Burn this bridge,
and burn it fast.
You'll look back,
but don't look down.
you only live,
in someone else's mind.
You're just a page
within my journal,
your just another
bridge to burn.

you walk through walls,
ignoring that i can't follow.
Show up days later trying
to apologize through clenched teeth.

Heres a letter,
heres my proof that i am gone.
I can see right past the memories,
this life will bring you to your end.

Burn this bridge,
and burn it fast.
You'll look back,
but don't look down.
you only live,
in someone else's mind.
You're just a page
within my journal,
your just another
bridge to burn.

So what more,
what more proof could you ask for?
You're living life on insecurities,
and i'm not the one to break your fall.

I wasted time to try to save you,
invisible man without a heart.
I thought I could love you,
but theres no such thing as loving you...