Hypocrite

Hypocrite

Why does she have to smoke it?

Thought she could have been something.

Turns out there is only nothingness,

Underneath the thoughts that I think.

Wanted her so badly.

Turns out she does a bad thing.

Think it’s something I cannot forgive.

I am a liar sitting on a pyre burning everything.

Beauty shines bright from her,

But now she is just fading away into a blur.

Lost to could have been’s and maybes.

Now she’s just another.

Still I really want to be the one she turns to,

When she wants some comfort from somebody.

Can’t erase the broken pictures from my head now I have seen through.

Saw her true self and now she’s just become a nobody.

I can’t date a habit.

Don’t want a Nun. Prefer a rabbit.

Want to lay in bed with a cigarette in hand.

She wants something stronger,

So I cannot be her man.

Serial Killers pick at the holes,

According to The Manic’s.

I’m no Killer, but I do concur.

I find so many reasons why that’s it! I’ve had it!

Enough already!

I just want love,

But with a woman who doesn’t need to take drugs.

She’s all I want and all I see.

The one that I can’t have.

I hate my mind.

My heart chooses badly.

I was flying happy, now I crash so sad.

I wish I could lay in bed with her and smoke,

But I can’t, so I won’t, because it’s wrong for me to truly let go.

I want to float away to a happy place.

This is no happy day. I sit with no smile on my face.

Love songs make me think of what could have been.

Reality is just a kick in the teeth.

She could really be my remedy,

But I can’t smoke with her,

So we will never be.

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