If I exist, I am not a person
If I just don't exist, I am a person
Love is lovecraftian
Hell is eternal
Life is an eternity
Because it's an eternity we all feel
If a man created a woman
We both don't exist
I'll never understand hell
Because some lives are all about it
I know one day, it'll come true
And we will last forever.

I wish I had taller hair, smaller lips, just like Caroline
And even in this god-like stance
I wasn't created in an image, just unlike Caroline
She can be God, and I'd spend my last days eating apples that'll grant me nothing, unless I think of something that isn't Caroline
I would've wished my death caused by her somehow, but I am nothing compared to Caroline
I'm just too boring, I am too boring to be like Caroline.

She is me
I am her.
He is me
I am him.
It is me
I am it.
I am you,
and you are me.

Are you?
I see you think, but nothing comes up
Are you just stupid?
I don't understand
I don't get why you wonder so much
Maybe way too much
Thinking
Wondering
Being
You.
So are you stupid?
Or maybe I am
For wasting time on you
For thinking about what you are
I
Am Just
Stupid.

I never win because of her
I care about that stupid girl too much
That whoever likes me, I'll reject
Because I care way too much
I wait until I break and confess
Just to be turned down once again
It's a cycle
I never win because of her.

She's always on my stupid mind
And she's even in my stupid dreams
With those ugly lavenders
As she just looks down at the lavender field
From her lavender hill
Just to stare at me
As I cry in bed
With my stupid tears.
It's a cycle
I never win
Because of her.

Your bones
They match with mine
I beg to combine.
But we were never the same
In fact, I find myself pretty lame
Though, I love my bones to the very brim
On the other hand, you probably find them very grim
I've only seen your face
It brightens my day until we both break
I beg for my bones back, our bones back
Like when I carried your bones on my back
I require more
Desire more
More of your bones.

Everytime I go about the town
I see an empty house
No furniture, no color
Nothing to cover
I feel bad for the owner, or maybe just the land
Even though it still stands
I want to give to the house
Or even believe
Even though it'll probably never be seen
As the broken windows leen.

I'm sorry I never saw you again
Because somebody never took me to that town ever again
The town with the empty house
And broken windows.

Sometime ago, I met a guy named Miles
He was friends with my other friend, good friends they were
He didn't seem real, or he seemed to be made of steel
I knew that because I had a dream that I met Miles, 7 years ago.

The dream was a scream, I can't distinguish reality and fantasy
A guy looked too familiar, and way too perfectly matched with that dream
I blocked it away, forever in the beam of style
Meanwhile, it was about Miles.

I can't explain how much I cried over these things and thoughts and dreams
They always blossom during Autumn, if that's rock bottom
But after all, it's always the dream, 7 years ago, with Miles.

I live life on easy street
The place where everyone is joyful
Where nobody is awful
And everybody is lawful. Where all the houses are bright
And where the sun shines it's most light.
A utopia for us all,
Never seen it so small
That life, that's our lives
Our lives on easy street.

With no pain ever or at least no leave
Life on easy street is a breeze.
A way to make us proud
An unway to make us frown
That's an island sound
All of our whispers are loud,
Voices with cheers with crowns!
That fill the winded air that we are all forced to bare...
That one sided life?
That's not my life,
I don't live life on easy street.

Marie says she's been depressed
From all the days she's never gotten any rest
Those countless strings attached to her old guitar
That she strummed too hard and made another scar
Mat has been staying with his family
Staying a night until amity
With how his sister is always angrily hurt
Marie is taking another pill filled with dirt

Mat is always broken
Waiting until his death and will never be awoken
Marie is dying by the second
All hurt from the pain
But death is always on it's way
Nobody ever loved Marie
Nobody ever loved Mat
You never loved her, never been at
But Me and Mat never deserved that.

I am Death and come with my Sythe
I am Death and come at you with all my might
I come for the children sleeping sadly in their beds
I come for the adults who still pretend
I am the bug in the woods who silently sneaks by
I want to always be by your side
I am Death and come with your decline
I am the Reaper who you desperately fear
I am Death and will never give up my career.

I am Death and have to kill the queen
She is dying and prays for me
While I sit near her and quietly play along
She knows that dying is just like a bug on a log
A rotting log that bugs will climb up and chew
That is what death is and she knew
And after some terrifying time
I touch her with my finger, such little life
She quits living and crying
While I watch her sickly dying.

And when the sorries stopped
With the hope given to let tomorrow be better
I stabbed myself, shot myself with a pistol, took my toaster with me in the bath, and finally took out a rope to seal the deal
The choice was mine and I had to decide
Since my hope for tomorrow to become better and happier than today-
I had died yesterday.