The EnemyI thought myself a hero.
I hoped to save the world.
But in the end, I’ll still descend
Because I was so mad.
I only wanted justice.
I tried to bring out peace.
But never mind, I was so blind
To all the friends I had.
I couldn’t stop my anger
From overtaking me.
But anyway, I have to say
Straitjackets aren’t so bad.
Lucid LullabyShut the drapes of your mind.
Begin to explore the world of your head.
Let your thoughts unwind
As you lie in your bed.
Close the door of your day
To unlock the night.
Let your troubles go away
As your dreams take flight.
When you start counting sheep,
And your sleep-self becomes awake,
Let your mind take a leap
Into a world that you can make.
IfIf you could see tomorrow,
Would you use your future sight?
If you always knew who’s lying,
Would your facts always be right?
If there’s a line between good and bad,
Where does that barrier lie?
If you had a love, but lost it,
Would you be too numb to cry?
If you never were dishonest,
Would you be thought of as good or bad?
If you’ve never felt depression,
Have you really ever felt glad?
If you truly knew yourself,
Would you want to be your friend?
If I asked a bunch of questions,
Would it be poetic in the end?
Broken PromisesI’ve listened to your side of it,
And I kind of see where you’re coming from.
But you never held up your end of the bargain.
You’d never listen to anyone.
You love to hate me. You hate to love me.
You gave her your all,
So you had nothing left for me.
I lived on the love you let fall from your lips.
Once it’s done, we’ll go on with our lives, but now...
I’m asking, I’m pleading, I’m on my knees!
If you don’t hear me out, I don't know what I’ll do...
Something stupid, no doubt. Mommy. Help me, please.
CamelOne straw was not too much.
Neither was two or three.
When four and five and six appeared,
It wasn’t so bad, at least not yet.
But seven, eight, and nine came by,
I began to sob and weep.
Ten, eleven, twelve, and then thirteen.
“Too much! Too much!” I yelled.
Fourteen, fifteen, and sixteen
Were far too strong to stop,
While seventeen and eighteen
Were faster than my door.
Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one.
I couldn’t contain my pain.
Twenty-two ‘till thirty-three arrived
But I could no longer see.
I lived through number ninety-nine,
But one hundred made a SNAP!!!
That was all the straws I could hold
Before they broke my back.