I
don’t
know how
we got here
But
here
we are
nonetheless
We
should
just make
the best of it
Before
we have
to reassess
Locked Away
As the
chasm
between
usContinues
to growIt gets
harder
and
harderMy
feelings
to showXxx
One Week On
What
exactly
am I
missing
out on?Go on
then
please,
explainIt’s
your last
chance to
convince meTo
leave
the
house
again
Vocabularians Of The World Unite
Vocabularians of the world unite
To put the wrongs of our world right
To give a voice to those too tired to fight
And into the darkness bring forth the light
The One That Got Away
They
say
time
fliesWhen
you’re
having
funIt’s a
shame
our
timeHas
not
yet
begun
Going Over
And
then
it
hits
Like
a ton
of
bricks
And
I don’t
feel a
thing
Deceit
Lying to
myself
is bad
enough
But
lying
to you
hurts
more
But
there’s
no way
I could
be truthful
That’s
for
fucking
sure
HeadRoom
I
did
not
realise
That
space
in my
head
Would
still be
filled
by you
Even
though
you’re
dead
‘All The Time…’
If I
could
be
Who
you
want
Me
to
be
Perhaps
then
we
Would
both be
happy
Mismatch
Up
and
down
Side
to
side
I
only
wish
You’d
come
along
For
the
ride
Precision
Just be
careful
not to
slip
Not one
ounce of
blood to
drip
For you
don’t want
them to
see
Just how
messed
up you
can be
Stale Mate
As we lie here
My head spinning
I wonder which
One of us
Is winning
Love Or Hate
It’s
hard
to
know
which
is
which
When
you
can
be
such
a
bitch
Slap And Tickle
I
have
tried to
move on
My
feelings
for you
to shelve
But
when
push
comes to
shove
I just
can’t
help
myself
An Apathetic Author
It’s
hard to
write
it all
down
What
I’ve
been
feeling
inside
But now
is the
time to
start
again
For the
truth
I’ll no
longer
hide
Immoral
This
can’t
go on
We
mustn’t
continue
As the
guilt is
seeping
Into
every
sinew
It
has to
stop
It
shouldn’t
have
started
As
we
made a
mockery
Of our
dearly
departed
Diminished
I used
to careI used
to worryNow I don’t
feel anythingIn a
hurry
Selfish
I suppose
I should
have
askedIf you
really
were
okBefore
I put our
friendship
on blastAnd
again as
I walked
away
The Spree
I’m
leaving
first
thing
in the
morning
And I’m
unsure
if I’ll
return
For I
have
so
many
scores
to settle
And a
shitload
of bridges
to burn
Legless
Play that song
one more time
She
said
And pour me
another drink
I want to
feel something
She
said
And I don’t want
to have to think
Love(less)
I do
love
youBut I
don’t
like
you
very
muchYour
words
leave
me
reelingAnd
cold
to the
touch
The Daily Mantra
Resist
that
urge
To
binge
and
purge
Put
the box
back
under
the bed
Before
the
demons
emerge
And
your
emotions
splurge
Find a
pen and
start
writing
instead
Figment Of My Imagination
There
will
come
a time
when
it’s
over
Of
that
there
is no
doubt
But
until
then
I’ll
keep on
dreaming
About
things
between
us
working
out
Fight Club
Who do you
think you are?
You malicious
little cow
This time you’ve
gone too far
Surely no one will
believe you now
Bored
You
have
got
that
look
again
in
your
eyeThe
one
that
says
you
can’t
wait
to say
goodbye
The Trial
You don’t
have to
prove
anything
He said
Least
of all
to me
But I
need to
prove it
to myself
She said
Otherwise
I’ll never
be free
Advantage Taken
I
miss
you so
much it
hurtsBut
knowing
you don’t
miss me
is worse
The Writer’s Anguish
I don’t
think
I have
anything
to say
Today
Perhaps
there
will be
more
sorrow
Tomorrow
So I
will
wait to
pick up
my pen
Then
For I
fear I
wouldn’t
even
know how
Now
Soul Bar(e)ing
I
mourn
the loss
of usMore
than
the loss
of you
RSV P(iss Off)
What are you
inviting me for?
After all
this time
I was sure you
had eradicated me
From the
family line
Well, let me save
you the bother
I wouldn’t even
want to come
Not unless I’d
get two free shots
With a fucking
sawn off shot gun
