Broken

Bring me closer

To the lover of your game

To shame her face of intent

Hell-bent on screwing me

Into the ground

Mentally "there"

Just unaware

Of where "there" is to me

Don't understand how you don't call at all

Will this effect me?

No, just my perception of every fucking thing

And my girl's hot and cold

Her winter burns a hole through my heart

Don't start on excuses

Or the multiple uses for a rope

Just choke

It's a joke to think that you could be

Choked up over me

I don't even know if you would cry

To hear your laughter make me die

Tick tock, we watch the clock

And wonder why it moves so slow

Your records spins

Your home team wins

And I don't give a fuck

Good for you fuck

How proud am I

Petty problems

Pretty girls

Petty triumphs on your way down

You're wasting your time living for the world

Are you happy

Do you wish for fantasy

I'm not as mad as I look

I wrote my life out in a book

Then I set the book on fire

Sold it to the pretty liar

Said the ashes were magic

From the burning witch

So tragic

Strategies were weaved against me

Use the magic ash to kill me

Because I don't care

And day to day I live and play

And petty problems are just that

But these thoughts stir jealousy

And misinterpretation

For all I had to say aloud

I wrote and burned and handed down

So throw my words back in my face

I'll laugh at you and walk away

My time moves to fast to stay