It’s semantics

oh yes it’s all in what you say
it’s the words you choose to pray
understanding just a game
it’s all semantics
look at the sentence differently
forget the meaning
woe the read
you read red but it means rogue
you think pink but she’s just nude
oh yes it’s always fun
reading what’s been sung
like I meant this but they meant that
chew the pork the uncooked fat
it’s all in what you say
name the difference change the take
words they mean so many things
when snakes lie it’s rats they feed

How to read

Don’t want to see it
the writing on the wall
so defeated
the words don’t mean to fall
I just can’t read it
can’t hear the message in the air
I don’t believe it
I just hear it everywhere
and now it’s gone but
I never knew that it was near
don’t want to see it
now that it’s gone I cannot cheer
I never needed
anything but words you see
didn’t hear them
forgot that I know how to read

From afar

It looks so good from far away
I look so right no signs of grey
I take my time
just another dame
another girl who don’t look your way
it looks so good but then you get close
see the cracks and see the smoke
but you pretend it’s all okay
better with what the eyes don’t make
you see it all and it’s so broken
it looked so good but now I’ve spoken
everything not what you think
from afar don’t know its me

Speak to cream

We don’t use words no more
at least not right
we don’t understand the things we say
we just speak to fight
break the sentences down okay
but the interpretations wrong
we just keep on quacking
barking like the dog
we don’t speak so good no more
we don’t understand words
use them all so flippantly
don’t know what they’re worth
we don’t like to think too much
we just like to scream
pigs might oink and grunt alot
but we just speak to cream

Truth hurts

It hurt your feelings
but does it mean it isn’t true?
Everytime you’re reminded
have to deal with the true image of you
does it hurt to know that you are you
and that that statement
though it hurts
is undeniably the truth?
It hurt your feelings
but does that make it wrong?
You say you don’t care
but then you cry
is it so wrong to just live your life?
It hurt you so it made it wrong
you don’t care but you cry on
it’s the truth and that’s a fact
it isn’t wrong don’t turn back
if you don’t care look it in the face
the truth to not caring
is knowing your place

If I could be

If I could be anyone
who would I be
would I want a new life
so different from me
forget who I am
how I’ve survived
get buried in cash
forget how to act
laugh at the same jokes
cry at the same notes
everything’s brilliant
when you for free
if I could be anyone
who would I be
choose a new body
delicately a new face
do I choose a different
more interesting race?
Should I be a hero or a villainous cad?
should I be a good girl or categorically bad?
If I can’t decide who to be in my life
I don’t know who I’d be
if it was mine too decide
would I have money and sacrifice my life
knowing what I know about the middle of the night
would I have nothing more than I want
a good paying job no debt to pay off
should dreams be simple or unattainably grand
am I a victim of my fantasy plans?

So sweet

Everybody wants to be me but me
I don’t really want to exist and bleed
but everybody looking like I’m so sweet
got my own style and a warrior feel
everybody acting like I’m so cool
gotta be living like this girl would
all dressed up looking to kill
I’ve lost myself now looking for thrills
everybody wants to be me but me
thinking I’m bad but believe I’m weak
everybody wants to be the girl in black
hanging out in the bar no flats
wearing that red burning lipstick
not giving two thoughts about this new shit
everybody wants to be me but me
I want to die but they don’t see it
everybody thinking I’m the realest
but being real makes me feeling useless
everybody wants what they see
make me in to something unique
something that lives to breathe
when all I want is death so sweet.

The script

Do you see what I see?
Can you read the script?
Do you know what’s coming up
when you’re done with it
or do you just keep living life
repeating what you did-
is it all that matters
or nothing quite at all?
Can I still be in it
when it’s said and done
or have I been rewritten-
another story gone?
Do you see what I see?
Or is it all made up?
Do I live my life here
or did I hit the hard restart.

Comfort in the mirror

The comfort in the mirror
the picture comes no clearer
the writing is still hidden on the wall
nothing making sense this time you fall
crying while you’re laughing
singing but not dancing
the comfort that you feed is dying
everything is starving
the comfort in the mirror is lying
an illusion of a face you do not see
the picture all but blurred to black
the life that’s taken won’t come back

To use

I’m a mirror for you to paint
can no longer see me
I’m useless
there’s a story you want to see
a play to act in
the player is me
there’s something you think I am
broken mirror painted mad
I’m the puppet you hold the strings
I dance for you and you believe
the picture you paint is just me
you treat me as what you see
I’m a mirror broken from paint
the layers they’re heavy
they crack and they burn
I’m useless so paint me to use