I Miss You

Why do these eyes still see? Might they not be such disappointment? In this reflection bound to reflections deep, I stare into a void, might another fire again burn and spark the vigor of my soul? Or would it fall and smoke, as i choke it out, on the counterfeit conceptions i seek to hold? Was this trick a trick for me? Will i die before our eyes next meet? And would it be ok? Ive met no eyes that sooth me so, Let me die and let them go.

Im a cold statistic

I'm just another stupid boy, One who liked to fuck you, One who tried to love you, I'm just a rank within a file. Just another deceiving trick, That happened to be naive, I quietly pushed and watched you step, watched you get up and leave, but stood idly bye and counted tears now bound to crying, I'm just a liar and a politician. I'm just another one that wouldn't listen.