SO MANY THINGS

Find out what it means to me and I shan't tell you about it

to break the rules you have given me and simply quit

my frustration so rich and my passion a growing pain

to sit in a diner alone and satisfied to just stare

by god they are such empty days

and yet I recognize my fate 

to look out the window reminded by humanity's hate

im happy to be unhappy, I understand that now
smoking an addiction with it's sweet taste and melodramatic sound
motives, always questioning motives
on the chance that i'll find purpose to live
homesick homeless foes
once such great friends but we are enemies now
I give my back to yesterday nights and silence for breakfast

It is over