she calls herself a scapegoat
to give herself a reason
to be this sad,
so full of doubt.
too much to live up to,
no way to figure out-

that poor kid,
she'd been better off a realist;
she's no martyr,
just another lost idealist.

she's got no charm to get her out of the house.
she's got no smile to win over the crowds.
just a half empty glass
and half a cigarette
in an empty bar
in a forgot' hamlet.

persona changes

You'd love me more if I didn't remind you of yourself,
just another goldfish lost at sea..

you wanted someone to show you the life,
who had the connections, good looks to a T.

a hermit wouldn't do
to make Just a home.
I'd be wearing sheep skin,
and burning down rome.

and fuck the rest.
if I'd the right charm,
I'd have fucked the rest
in the first place, best.

guess I was too late

kiss goodnight

you are
without knowing
the only one
who could have
changed me

now in the morning
i open my eyes
to the east
and wonder
where you are...

could it be
i have been dreaming
all this horror
up in my
very own heart

now every night
i turn to the west
i make up the shapes
in the clouds
to be you

you are my fear
you are my hope
you're what I strive
to keep alive
in myself

tomorrow morning
open your eyes
turn to the east
and see the life
that shines for you

and I will too