Half heartedYou tell me "Be more confident,More brave, more strong, more loud,"You tell me to believe in myself,You tell me to be proud,If only I was beautiful,If only I was smart,If only I could do those thingsWith more than half my heart
BlackShe is the blackest part of my soul,Presuming, of course, that I have one.
Shut upJust shut up and leave me alone,Don't tell me what to do,This is no fairytale, no comic book fantasy,And the last thing I need here is you.
Crazy girlHi there crazy girlHi there green eyesYou don't have a nameFor it would be mad to give you oneAre you crying, crazy girl?Are you crying, green eyes?There's really no causeBut it would be mad to tell you to stop
SanityI'm naturally worried for my own sanity,But that's really just a lost cause,I've never been one for much vanity,But when I pass a mirror I must pause,And there's something in my own eyes,Something I don't quite like,Something I don't think I can disguiseAnd something I don't think I can fight
My FriendYou, my friend, knaw at my soulAs if there is something to gainYou, my friend, make me feel coldAnd I know you feel my painBut, you, my friend, spit on my heartAnd plant bitter thoughts in my mindFor you, my friend, are my greatest foeAnd you shall never be kind
CursedIf I am cursed, lift itBreak the bonds that hold meIf I am broken, fix meI'm not something you got for free
Had enoughI've had enough of your man made problemsJust tell me it's not realI've had enough of these half baked solutionsI already know how to feelIf this was a song I'd know the tune by heartBut get a few notes wrong on principleBecause making mistakes is human, to startAnd I won't be called a robot by you
MercyYou know how pain is. Painful.It is your ticket to those dark realms you wish you could unvisit, that you would never visit again.And yet, there is a sweetness in pain. Have you ever felt spite, or indeed evil? That burning desire to do something oh so wrong. Perhaps it's the adrenaline rush, but being bad is really far more enjoyable than being good. They say that revenge never feels good. I fear that is the greatest untruth humanity has to offer. It is exillerating.I remember a time when I fought the spite that so often made attempts on my soul. I was such a fool. You are a fool if you don't take the small pleasures life so graciously throws at your feet.I have killed many times. You should have seen the looks on their faces. It is worth the world. Variants of the same emotion. It doesn't have a name, or if it does I don't know it. It's immenent death. Then the life force drains out of their eyes. But not before I've caused them enough pain, and made them beg for the mercy none o