Your Life's A StageLife is comparable to a bookWhich would make today a pageDon't dream of the drama unfoldingAct it out upon the stageIf the stage is your lonely roomAnd the theatre is your homeThen why not be the protagonistHeroes never die aloneIf you are treading those boards tonightThen be careful how you goShow the world and open your mindTo learn things that remain unknownAnd if you are the directorMake sure the cast know their linesIf their actions stray away from the plotThen cast them out of your lifeIf you are seeking attentionAwaiting ovation from the stallsBe sure to do something worthyBefore the last curtain fallsOur fallen hero or heroineWill rise for their final applauseUnlike a play we've no such luxuryFor us there will be no encore
Suicide On Your LipsI tried so hard to pull awayAt the end of the night when we kissedBut as you begged me once again to stayI could taste suicide on your lipsAnd such an intoxicating fragranceFar removed from the stench of deathSuch a beautiful perfume of lifeOf a lost girl hollow from neglectAm I too late to save her my LordWill those lips ever smile againWhen razorblade remedies are scarringHer beautiful porcelain skinYou spoke of your sorrows till midnightThen you slept in my arms until dawnAwoke and cried tears until middayFor your past and your present you mournedAnd when the last tear finally fellI explained I'd never leave your sideHeartfelt words alone wouldn't doI painted our future with prideTogether we created a masterpieceA magnum opus beyond compareI now kiss those lips on a basis dailyThe taste of suicide is no longer there
StarcrossedWe were found in a pool of bloodStarcrossed lovers in each others armsSuicide note in your pocketYour hand grasped tightly in my palmYou were wearing that red dressUnder your overcoatThe rain had fallen hard that dayDistorting the words which you'd wrote:'Dear cruel world and everyone withinI am leaving you all todayWith the only boy I have ever lovedLay silent here next to meNobody understands meOr heals my wounds like he doesHe feels the pain and sadness tooand I think we have suffered enoughNo tears should be shed on our passingAs our souls now reside as oneLook for us in the rain dewLook for us in the morning sunListen for our voices in the windWhispering how everything will be okLife was ugly but our death has been played outIn such a beautiful way'
Note MeThey found my love hangingBy a rope from a treeWith a note in her pocketThat was addressed to meThe stains of her tearsOn the ripped out blank pageEvidence to my eyesOf an emotional painThe last tears she would shedThe last anguish she'd feelThe deepest cut to her heartThis time would not healAnd nor did it need toHer earthly shackles left behindTime now has no meaningAnd meaning now has no timeUnfolding the piece of paperEven the fresh air suffocatesScribbled down , hurried scrawl'if you're reading this, you are too late'I fall to the floor franticClutch the note to my faceTrying to catch my loves essenceBefore in the wind, it drifts away
CryingEverywhere I go I see her faceI never got to touch her soft skinTell me how can I mourn the endingWhen we were yet to even beginAnd please don't you tell me to move onYou really think that I'm not trying?In truth all that I want right nowIs to get through a day without crying
Reality BitesReality bitesWhere as he tore shredsFrom the pristine pagesOf the book you once readA promise of a PrinceAnd of a fairytaleOn those lonely nightsServing to regaleAnd offer some solaceIn times of despairWhen hope felt as distantAs the love you once sharedYour book was uniqueThough you try to replaceThe words and the imagesBut you still see his faceSuffocated by lifeEach breath hard to findA broken, tarnished heartIn tumultuous timesReality bitesBut with your pride still intactMaybe now is the timeThat for once you bite back