Well...?You make the moves while I swoon over you.That's the routine, am I right?I misunderstand while you do all you can.I just don't have the courage to fight.It's not my fault,I'm just too shy,this relationship is based on guesses.I haven't helped,I haven't tried.Your words are simple soft caresses.I don't want to be silent.I want to speak up.I don't want to lose you,and I'll never give up.I took an oathand I swore to myselfthat I would never quit,but it's harming my health.I've forced myself into your shoes;if you gave up, we both would lose.I want to tell you 'Don't give up!' but you see,my biggest fear is that you're as shy as me.Yes, you've made the moves,but for me it's not clear.Do you love me or not?It's the answer I fear...
ChainsI've chained my heart around a tree.It has a lock. You have the key.I wait for you to come along,to return my heart back to where it belongs,to return me to what I was before,to give me what I want, and more.I'm waiting for you as blood seeps from my chest.I'm waiting. I've become obsessed.I've turned into a wild beast.I want a taste of Cupid's feast.A beautiful banquet of love.My chest bleeds out and I look up above.I look to the heart that I've chained to the tree,and I realize- the only thing chained down is me.
Kill Me (Baby)We used to play with sticks and stonesso no one would get hurt.Instead of calling out mean nameswe'd shove each other in the dirt.But now I think you hate me;you don't fight me anymore.You're not the type to fall in love,I'm not the type that you'd fall for.If you really do love me,telling me would be a chore.Since actions speak louder than words,please kill me so I can be sure.
StrayWalking down the street today,nothing but a stray,a man strayed my way,swaying.A case of beer in his hand;who'd-a thunkthat he'd be drunkwhen buying beer?But there's nothing to fear:a box of lunch,I'd had a hunchthis was a man, a working man,doing all he canto stay away from staying stray.I had to say, 'When's payday?''Today' he'd say,and that day was my day,my payday,for my day had been saved.
Spilled inkIt's not that I can't trust you,I just can't be hurt again.The last thing I would want is our relationship's end.In this war against emotions it gets harder to defend,and now my only weapon is a broken black pen.
Fake a frownI'll just fake a frownbecause you're not alone.You're only down for nowbut I'm here to let you knowthat I'm always aroundand I'll help you get through.I'll just fake a frown,I'll be sad, too, for you.
Cross the woodsThe stream, a relaxing muse as we go,the trees loom above us and watch us below.We trot through the forest and trample the moss.We carry the man who was nailed to a cross.We soon find a hill and shove it in the dirt.The man whimpers above us; he's trembling and hurt.We leave him there hanging, we leave him to dieon the sun-kissed hill where we all shall soon lie.
Damsel in DistressTo Whom It May Concern,I sit in a tower that I locked myself in.I married my captor back when I was in love with him.I lay here in my chamber and I'm waiting to be saved,for I can't escape this place alone; I'm practically enslaved.Maybe I had poor judgement skills- that's why I'm in this mess.It's all my fault. I've doomed myself. -A Damsel in Distress
Turn the screwsTwo black screws on the side of my headdrill into my brain when you say what you've said.You turn the screws whenever you please.You call me names, I start to bleed.With every kick, with every jab,the screws go deeper as they stab;they pierce my heart, they pierce my head,leaving nothing behind for I'm broken and dead.