I'm HappyI'm happy, I am, don't you believe me?
Is it because of the tears that stain my face
Or my eyes bloodshot with rage?
How about my inability to speak
Or my fatal blank stare?
I'd like to know if it's not too much trouble;
Tell me, why do you think I'm upset?
Is it my quivering bottom lip that gives me away
Or is it my wringing hands?
Could it be that my eyes look to the ground
And my head is bowed low?
Or is it that I look to you, expecting an answer?
BlameYou are the reason for my anger, for my tears, for my silence.
I decided to give you all of myself, and you decided to screw me over.
I decided to pretend that it never happened, you decided you were going to be the best actor.
I decided to ignore the aching of my heart, you decided to let me.
I don't know who I should fault more, I for believing that we could be something or you for not telling me the truth sooner.
Shame on me for closing my eyes so tightly, submitting to you wholeheartedly.
Shame on you for giving me nothing in return, telling me all of your lies.
Shame on me for mistaking your kisses for love, and your words for truth.
Shame on you for my sweet release and your touch which simply moved me.
I blame us both, no. I blame you.
The Shadow of Your DestructionThe tell tale creak of an intruder's presence,
You can't breathe,
Your stomach aches,
Your legs are numb
This is the end of your life.
The heavy footsteps sent sparky chills up your spine.
And as you tremble from your inside cold,
You realize, your life is ending.
One moment at a time,
As you feel his presence and see his silhouette,
The shadow of your destruction.