Wasted Words

A friend of mine consists of pain
Wakes up from his sleep, hitches a ride to work and comes back again
He once cut my nightmare into two and put it on paper
Twas the most beautiful thing I'd seen and I put it up on my ceiling
I told him twas beautiful, his sense of composition and color rather exquisite
All he said was "Thank you, but you flatter for someone who's not me.
Your eyes aren't good enough, blind at times perhaps
You should know that no beauty comes from me
Waste of time, breath and space I am"

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I ignored him and walked away
With random thoughts ramming my head
Then I thought of a woman I thought I knew
Her face was eternal, her love was true
She loved her man who had many virtues
He would bring upon her a countless smiles
But then one day she saw that he had lied
Made up her mind now that the rest of her life would be a lie

She said she was happy for whatever had happened
But then had lost hope for what she would find next
She wept and wept, what else could you expect?
In her big old house one could always hear her say
"Hahahaha, this is life, oh but not my life"
The hours led her to the next
Getting her closer to her death
She said she was fine with it
Because I know that she wouldn't quit

She hardly ever got upset
Living her days, either right or sometimes left
She turned indifferent, never to clean another mess
Never put her make up on to look her best
She said "I am free, I'd rather be wasted alone"

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This guy once had a bit too many drinks and drove
A cop then pulled him over by the road
"Sir, please Sir, you have the wrong man
I'm just a kid who studies buildings and a son of a diplomat
You just have to understand"
The officer said "You're lucky no one's hurt, so thank the Lord
Your carelessness could be really awful
But don't get so happy coz I won't let you go
Your father's name may be known
But what you have done, you're responsible for it all alone
You are not your father's son but simply a stepping stone
On a road that leads to loss, debt and shame"

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I used to live with this couple
Who simply fit in like a complex puzzle
They were the kind who wanted everything in doubles
I rather envy their love coz they got what they were promised
by all the fairy tales that they were drugged with
Is there any such luck in my charts
Or am I just foolish enough to wait for my number?
Love seems to be a lottery ticket
that you scratch to see what's underneath it
But then you find it reads
"Oops, we're sorry, you have just one cherry
Why don't you buy another and get lucky"

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I hide behind my books coz I love to read
Try scribbling some poems
Hahaha, like it could ever do any good for some fuck up like me
It is never anything real, but it would seem like a sketch of me
My body is broken, but I still move on
Now who am I you'd love to ask
I am that friend, that woman, that guy, that officer
And of course that couple who always almost had that closure

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