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Tell Me Why
I tried to stop your leaving.
Tell me why.
So what if I kicked you out?
Tell me why.
I knew that you didn’t need me.
Tell me why.
The words wouldn’t come from my mouth.
Tell me why.
After all this time,
You’re always
On my mind.
Tell me why.
I don’t miss you anymore,
But I don’t miss you any less.
You know I’m no good at lying.
Tell me why.
I paint this pain
With my fingertips.
Tell me why.
I’m reaching out
For your sweetened lips.
Tell me why.
Maybe you are
The only one I will ever miss.
Tell me why.
You meant more to me
Than the ones before.
Tell me why.
You were no better than them,
But I loved you more.
Tell me why.
I die day by day.
Tell me why.
I don’t mind
That you’re now away.
Tell me why.
I almost want to love to hate
That you’ve been gone for forever,
And an eternity longer, I will have to wait.
Tell me why.
I had to end the fights
That we had so many lonely nights.
Tell me why.
I know it’s why I’ve been alone
And why the queen of my world
Has never reclaimed her throne.
Tell me why.
Though I understand,
I still need some words.
Tell me why.
It’s been so long that
It still hurts.
Tell me why.
If it makes no sense,
It still won’t matter,
And there’s been no one since
That morning when you slammed my door.
Tell me why.
I don’t know what I go on for.
I know why.
I almost hold out hope
That you might come back home,
Though home is no longer home…
And I’ve been a year on my own.
I don’t know why.
I loved you so much
That my heart would break
Every moment when I saw you take
Another piece of me away,
Knowing that I was your toy
When you’d come to play.
Tell me why.
Really, just tell me why.
You admitted, in the end
That you’d used me, had taken me for granted,
And could only pretend
That I was more than just a mat on the floor.
You walked in and walked on me.
Tell me why.
I still can’t see how I let that be
How you made it, how you lost all
That you felt before.
Tell me why
That was such fun
To chew up and spit out
The very one
That gave you his whole world,
That forgave the mistakes that
You swore you would
Never ever make again.
I was a fool, less than a friend.
Tell me why.
Tell me why, oh why, why you did that to me.
I don’t deny that I should’ve seen sooner
And forced you to flee, but
I couldn’t give up until you pushed
Me over the edge.
I grew too tired to evermore beg.
I hope you’re happy.
I really do.
After all of this, I’m always thinking of you.
Tell me why.
Please, tell me why.
You forgot about me so long ago.
Tell me why.
I wish that I could let myself let you go.
But I can’t.
Tell me why.
Tell me.
Tell me why.
Like Some Movie
I sit back, watching
A world that doesn’t care,
And I can’t help but wonder
Would it matter
If I wasn’t there.
Empty, broken,
Most don’t know
What it means
To be loved.
When will ever come the moment
When we might say
That we’ve had enough.
This is all like some movie,
Except nobody I know ever gets rich.
They just deal with a lot of shit.
All the liars, thieves, and hypocrites
Take everything away,
Or at least, most of it.
It all needs some re-writing,
Something more than what it is.
Misery abounding, rewinding, resounding
Until we’re all burned down,
Forgotten, lost, and caught in
A whirlwind, afraid to miss
One chance to hurt someone
We don’t even know but can’t resist
Making like the rest that are repossessed,
Entranced and really pissed.
This is all like some movie,
Except nobody I know ever gets rich.
They just deal with a lot of shit.
All the liars, thieves, and hypocrites
Take everything away,
Or at least, most of it.
We’re left with nothing left.
Can we just readjust the script?
I’m about to give in
To what I hate to become,
No longer me, but another one
That they’ve manufactured,
Managed to capture, ensnared, and dumb.
We’re programmed to listen,
Take a hint, and take a seat,
Take a number, lose our minds, so encumbered,
For their fun, for their fee for find, their meal, their meat.
Could you actually stop to think
About how much better this world could be if we came together
Or at least left alone those on their own, which is everyone, in sync?
This is all like some movie,
Except nobody I know ever gets rich.
They just deal with a lot of shit.
All the liars, thieves, and hypocrites
Take everything away,
Or at least, most of it.
They leave the scraps, the scraped, the bruised, the beat.
I’m only knocked down, but once I’m back on my feet,
I’m not taking one more moment of defeat.
I’ll be back; I’ll be better; I’ll be rid
Of this, all of this, of this shit, this deceit.
Like in some movie,
Where no one really gets that rich
But just takes a lot of shit,
And the liars, thieves, the hypocrites
Take away all they can; they say
It’s for the best that they get most of it…
But I’m done with all of that and what they claim
That I could never need more for me than my name.
This is all like some movie,
Except nobody I know ever gets rich.
They just deal with a lot of shit.
All the liars, thieves, and hypocrites
Take everything away,
Or at least, most of it.
Most of it, but I cannot quit until it’s gone,
And I get
My share of this life and not your shit.
I Want to Believe
I want to believe as you do.
I want to have your kind of faith,
But when I repeat the words you’ve told me,
They all leave my mouth
With a bitter kind of taste.
I don’t want to just follow so blindly,
And maybe right now, I
Really am just being blind.
Every time you come to find me
To preach what I already know
And just don’t understand,
You think that my doubtful questions
Mean I’m just rebellious
And not falling into your clear-cut line
And slapping away the Almighty’s hand.
More of my questions go unanswered,
Though you tell me each one
Can be washed away with prayer.
I pray more than you can even fathom,
And I know that God is always there.
But what do I do
When I can’t be you
And accept everything I hear?
How do I know
It’s not a dog and pony show,
Just a big illusion of smoke and mirrors?
I believe in God.
I believe in Christ,
But I’m not sure that
What you call so wrong
Isn’t for me, what’s right.
You tell me to be stronger,
To just stop thinking the way that I do.
Why don’t you try breathing no longer
And see if that, too, carries you through?
That’s what it would be like for me
To just give up on this search,
To forget what confuses and hurts,
To take as truth what I’ve swallowed
Since the earliest days of my youth
And never dared to think for myself
Because someone always said they knew what was best.
I still try to love
And live by the laws of Him from Above.
I fail when I do,
But I push on and renew
My hopes and my plans
To at least, leave others be
And not make them feel so afraid,
Using all the scare tactics that you push,
Thinking that through your demands,
Everyone will do what you do
And say what you say
And hope what you hope
And never look at all that they see
And think is this for me,
Whether it’s good for anyone but you,
Can you really say?
Can I cope with your words
And interpretations of verse
That leave me left alone, all for worse?
I love your love for me
And your thinking that I can’t be turned away
And just have to be
Everything that you believe that you are
But if you’ll leave me to figure
Some things out before they bore bigger
Holes in my soul, all in my all, in my conscience
And conscious, constant, contemplative personal pains
That are needing consoled.
I’ll never forget
The One who died for us all.
I’ll never regret
That I’ve begun to confide
More in He who I love with my all.
But when you pound into me
Your so-called sound theology
With no room
For me ever to breathe,
You can only more and more guarantee
That I won’t stick around.
I won’t bicker for better or for worse
Or rehearse or regurgitate doctrine and dogma
And deafening threats.
I’ll leave this place once and for all
And let you learn what it feels to feel this way.
You’ll see through eyes you’ve glossed with spite
And lessons of lessening love.
No, of course, you won’t, but I’ll be gone,
And my only regret is that
It’s just not happening yet.