not a story, but a few things i've been procastinwriting

tell me who i am,

tell me what you'll do,

tell me what you think i think of you,

doesn't matter what you say,

i'll still love you anyway.


tell me it's my fault,

tell me of my guilt,

tell me of the crimes i have dealt,

despite all these vicious lies,

i'll still stand by your side.


but,

it's not quite that easy,

and this path you picked is more than breezy,

yet i'll weather these storms best i can,

so tell me trully am i still your man?


tell me it's the drink,

beg me to forgive,

tell me of all the damns that you still give,

doesn't matter what you say,

come next week you'll say the same.


tell me that you'll quit,

you won't take another sip,

and break this god damned habit,

i'll pull you close and hold you tight,

and pray that this is the truth this time.


but,

it's not quite that easy,

and this path you picked is more than breezy,

yet i'll weather these storms best i can,

so tell me trully am i still your man?

****

i don't know what to say to you,

these feelings trapped up inside,

i don't know what to do for you,

so i think i'll just hide,


i mutter these words as i compose them,

in the vain hope that you'll hear,

but the courage to sing them loud and proud,

have been extinguished by my fear,


i don't know what to say to you,

these feelings make me confused,

i don't know what to do for you,

i'm afraid i'm doomed to lose.


i know this is a common problem,

even with my friends,

i've observed,

but they're funny or bright or look just right,

they've no reason to be concerned,

i know my laugh is hearty,

and in a group i can impress

but on our own,

just me and you,

i can't cope with the stress.


i just don't know what to say to you,

this anxieties through the roof,

i just don't know what to do for you,

i'm afraid you already know the truth.

****

so tell me now,

i got to know,

why do things always end this way,

all the paths i forge ahead,

all wind up stopping dead,

it's such a shame.

.

.

no ones to blame.


is it the way i speak,

that makes you freak,

when i approach you late at night?

is it cause my eyes don't match,

that you had your last heart attack?

why do you run?


so tell me now,

i got to know,

why do things always end this way,

all the paths i forge ahead,

all wind up stopping dead,

it's such a shame.

.

.

no ones to blame.


im sorry,

these tattoos on my arm

- they were there when i got it,

and please ignore my gangrene,

i got a spare leg in the closet,

why do you run?


so tell me now,

i got to know,

why do things always end this way,

all the paths i forge ahead,

all wind up stopping dead,

it's such a shame.

.

.

no ones to blame.


i tried to be a saint, to dispel the hate,

all you did was scream and faint,

tried to be your knight in a night attack,

but you ended up fighting back.

why do you run?

why do they run!

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yeah so a bunch of 'songs' i wrote when bored hope you enjoyed....