C - Rock113 - Mysanthrope - 13 chris roberts

Visine in the eyes; in disguise for the evening. She's lying, deceiving; believing is treason. A chilly night, freezing for the season. Unreasonable reasons leave me with her leading. Is she leaving? It's me, needing to be treated like a *** king, selfish and conceited. Defeated, leave my heart broken and bleeding. Smoking, and keeping tabs on Facebook. What's gotten into me? Jealousy? A hint of greed? Not even saying, 'pretty please,' would change history. She's pissed at me, and all I do is wish she wasn't. This is something I've been thinking of, and isn't something wrong? Pouring all my feelings into *** song? Wishing nothing changed. Is it an obsession, or is it depression? I'll leave these *** guessing. 'Cause I don't feel like expressing the impressions I've been stressing over. Messing up my mind. Confession over rhyme. *** melodies and Melanies. Lock myself away where nobody can get to me. I'm not the nice guy your friends have said I'd be. And as a result, we'll never be together. And I'll forever be severing these ties to the world. And ask myself, why all these girls are avoiding me. A void in me destroyed the little boy in me. I'm drowning with no buoyancy. My crown is too heavy; my ego thinks it's royalty. Chris is a bottle of pills that he swallows. He withers and wallows in pity and potholes. Ridicule piles in critical volumes. Frigid and hollow, grinning with cynical smiles. Chris is a bottle of pills that he swallows. He withers and wallows in pity and potholes. Ridicule piles in critical volumes. Frigid and hollow, grinning with cynical smiles. Am I going insane? Waking up, and baking up, and shaking up a baby. Making up a fake enough creation of a crazy thought. As it sparked in my mind, so did I. Leave your eyes open wide; I've opened mine. Now I'm seeing demons teeming around me. Screaming sounds keep me from sleeping soundly. Breathing down deep, as the dust settles into my lungs. Look at the beast I have become. I hate each and every one of you who left my heart broken. I let my heart open, and then I start choking. Darkness enveloping, medicine isn't working. Reset into distant worlds where everything isn't hurting me. Head has been infected with everything ever spurt at me. Never been directed to better things; wasn't worthy. Expecting everything to get better, but never working. It never did. Desperate to ditch this depression cursing me. I spent what felt like an eternity burning me alive. How I yearned to be a better person, each and every day. I inadvertently put everybody I knew on the back burner. Even myself. Was sure I needed brain surgery. Immersed in evil thoughts, purging me. And urging me to act out on a verse or three. You haven't even heard or seen the worst of me. Chris is a bottle of pills that he swallows. He withers and wallows in pity and potholes. Ridicule piles in critical volumes. Frigid and hollow; grinning with cynical smiles. Chris is a bottle of pills that he swallows. He withers and wallows in pity and potholes. Ridicule piles in critical volumes. Frigid and hollow; grinning with cynical smiles. Am I going insane?