all the words I said are wrong
they mean nothing to you
so what the hell do I do?
do I love you because you're different?
do I love you and your friends
and the silliness of it all
death's too busy for me and his friends
are over at his private mansion
launching fireworks in the air
and screaming their curses to the skies
I'm sure each firework had its own story
I am no firework,
I'm not cool enough to be a breeze
gracing the winds
you don't love me
and death don't love me either
I'm broken and I'm bleeding
and these friends hate me
for thinking with both sides
of my brain.
all of my heart has no capacity to hate
I can only exist to be so wrong,
these things you've spun inside me
and for me are the things I have left
there can be no ill will towards you
when I die and I'm separated from you
I'll be happy if you're happy up there.
