Chemical im/balance (woe is free).

Is it hard to understand
I like to be misunderstood?
Do you not see I feel uneasy
at times when things are "going good"?

I pricked my fingers on the thorns
last time I tried to touch a rose.
Perhaps it's time to see the doctor
and ask to, please, increase the dose.

I really wish I couldn't feel
if there's only shame and guilt.
Leave me to rot under the covers,
cursing the way that I was built.

Is it hard to understand
the way that life left me fatigued?
And when I think about tomorrow
I couldn't be much less intrigued.

I spend too long on writing words to
the songs no one will want to hear.
The kiss of chemicals has made me
a slave to happiness and fear.

Every Day

I wish I stayed at home tonight
writing my obituary,
dreaming of a former muse
like a hero literary.

Sweat condensing in your bell jar -
break the glass or suffocate.
Does it ever bore you playing
Russian roulette with tired fate?

Take a walk with Jack and Johnny,
they are the only friends that stayed.
And if you could rewrite the prequel
would you still have disobeyed?

Call upon your guardian angel
but she can't heed your twisted bark.
Can't you see that she is busy
counting crows in the dark?

And every day is flickering
like a burnt out movie reel.
You've got the devil in the backseat
and he's reaching for the wheel.

I hope I stay at home tomorrow
and think of better words to write.
Kissed and blessed by Madame Darkness
I'll rage against the dying night

Carousel

Already seen this view,
everlasting deja vu.
Still hope that it'll change,
call me naive or deranged.

I bought the ticket, took the ride,
it seemed a decent place to hide.
Enticing with the gold and lights
but now I'm really not so sure.

I see something round the bend
perhaps a way that'll bring an end?
I'd love to stay but I am spent,
I beg you to let me down.

Always up and down, 
never side to side.
Going round and round, 
I wish we'd collide.
Dream of a world that's parallel
on this infernal carousel.