Points

They will see this

But you never will

The desperate words I wish I could tell you

But maybe it's better this way

Because if they see me cry

They can laugh

They can judge

They can be as cruel and cold

And I can shake it off

I can stand back up

I'll trip them all eventually

Spit on their faces

As I pour the gasoline

I will always be the winner

But not you

I couldn't

Which is why I guess it's better

That you never see these words I write

Because if you saw them

If you read this confession of my heart

What would you do? What could you do?

Dismiss it, and me with it

Laugh at it, make light of it,

And me with it

Mock it, scorn it, reject it

And me with it

Ignore it, leave it, pretend it isn't here

And me with it

What could you do

That wouldn't kill me too?

So let them all look in

And try to trace lines to old faces

And figure out your name

In the end it doesn't really matter

As long as you don't see this

....

But if you won't see this

Why write it at all?

Is this stupid fucking hope again?

Yes, i called it by it's real name

The hope that loves to lead men on

Before trampling them under it's hard hooves

Hope is a demon, a cruel monster

So I'll pen my words

And keep my thoughts to myself

And I'll never tell you the truth

About how I really feel

And yes maybe they can read this

And yes maybe they can figure it out

But I don't even care anymore

I'm just so fucking tired

Tired of all of this shit

I am tidally locked to you

And you continue spinning without missing a beat

Why write? There seems to be no point anymore

Why live? There seems to be no point anymore

Why love? There seems to be no point anymore