It
can't
get
much
worse,
can it?
He
said
Than
the
year
that
has
just
passed
Well
you've
fucking
jinxed
it
now
She
said
That
you've
gone
and
bloody
asked!
(Lack Of) Divine Intervention
You
calledMy
LordBut
didn’t
waitFor
the
answerI
was
appalledMy
LordTo
find
youSuch
a chancer
Q&A
You ask
What
I left
Behind
Nothing
I answer
Just
My mind
The Sage
Tell me
how
you do
it
She
said
How
do you
stay so
strong
I
don’t
really
know
He
said
I make
it up
as
I go
along
Convince Me
If
life’s
a bitch
She
said
And
then
you
die
What’s
the
point
in
living?
It’s
for
those
moments
He
said
Inbetween
That’s
why we
keep on
giving
Does My Bum Look Big In This?
If
I ask
you a
question
She
said
Do you
promise
to tell
the truth?
Yes
He
lied
The Hardest Question Of All
If
it’s
not you
And
it’s
not me
Then who
the fuck
else
Is it
supposed
to be?
Wondering Late At Night
Would I
have made
a different
choice
If I had
never
heard
your
voice?
Would I
live in a
different
place
If I had
never
seen
your
face?
Would your
death have
hurt me
this much
If I had
never
felt
your
touch?
A Question Of Pronunciation
Tear
or
tear?
Does
it
matter?
Both
fucking
hurt.
Obvious
In a
different
timeAt a
different
placeThe
answer
would
stare
usRight
in the
face
Presumption
Do you want to hear the truth?
Good.
Because I don’t want to tell it.
Well, You Asked…
Do I
feel
better
It’s
hard
to tell
As I’m
already
trapped
In this
living
hell
?
What did I do
to deserve this?
Why did this
happen to me?
Where will
I end up now?
Who is coming
to save me?
Sugar Coating
Don’t
want
the
truth?
Then
don’t
ask
me.
I
will
not
lie,
To
protect
your
sanity.
Mastermind
Please
answer
my
questionInstead
of
avoiding
itAnd
try to
be
honestInstead
of
this
bullshit
The Pub Quiz
What was I saying?
What was I..?
Ach, don’t mind me,
I’m drunk.
*Hic*.
On Death
I
can’t
be
arsed
Help Me
I never used to be like this, she said,
I used to be brave.
What happened to you, he asked,
Why did you cave?
The world happened, she replied,
You wouldn’t understand.
Why don’t you try me, he implored,
As he reached for her hand.
How Are You?
It’s easier to say I’m alright, rather then I’m anxious.
It’s easier to say I’m okay, rather than I’m outraged.
It’s easier to say I’m better, rather than I’m broken.
It’s easier to say I’m good, rather than I’m grieving.
It’s easier to say I’m well, rather than I’m wasted.
It’s easier to say I’m fine, rather than I’m fucked.
No Idea
Stop asking me questions…
… When you are in no way prepared for the answers.
