(poems go here) As I write this song down for you
Feeling a feeling that resembles a dark blue
By the end I hope to get through to you
And hopefully end up making the feeling mutual
What else can I possibly do?
I’ve done everything in my power and even more too
I’m depleted of everything that could be repaired by any tool
I’m done, I’m done, now watch me end it all with the sound of the gun

Hook:
Am I? Good enough to be your friend
And stay your friend until the very damn end
But the end to you has already begin
Never gave me a chance, you Xed me out with your pen
After that happened I promised "never again"

After all this drama, I couldn't go on
The beat starts to skip as part of the song
My life is on paper they say, and the chapter of love isn't that long
And if it is it seems to be wrong so far as I go along
So tear the sheets out, rip them, and burn them
Piss the fire out, for love to me is only a theorem
See me and my heart used to be friends, used to be married
But after 17 years of marriage it said "I can’t do it baby sorry"
As it left me for some girl we met at a party
I introduced them, and then things had begun to get heavy
Breath steady, Breath Breath steady
Now I’m here, fucking heartless, knock you senseless
I don’t care anymore, nothing is priceless
Fuck this, fuck this, I take on the world and knock it shitless
Now your tasteless, hehe, yea, I think I’m done with this

Hook:
Am I? Good enough to be your everything
As I bend down and give you a ring
Rule the kingdom of US as queen and king

No, I think I’m sleeping and I’m dreaming
Cause only in those worlds cans I live gleaming
Live a life of excitement and ecstasy
A life that is not so clear to see
Clear to breath, a life to be, a life not easy to leave
A life of dreams is not the life to me
Don’t give me some fake shit to make me full of glee
No I rather bleed
And feel the pains of life as everything should be
As these tears roll down my face
These tears understand my fate and my place
My love my hate
My story my case
If you say love is a motherfucker I can relate
Try and tell me your sad stories, I promise mine will take the cake
Love is nothing more than a battlefield, waging on war
And before you even know you’re in it, you’re within its very core
And after you find out you are in war, you start to ask why the fuck are you fighting for
Question and question yourselves, then scream no more
Sacrifice yourself, to know the answer and close the door
The answer even resembles the answers to why is the rich rich and the poor poor
But when you give up, and start to walk, make sure you actually see your gun hit the floor

Hook:
Am I? Good enough to be anything more
Be like the GO space on a monopoly board
Collect your money, collect your love instead

Let me be your water, let me be your bread
Maybe this is the smartest thing I’ve ever said
Maybe, maybe not, I’ve got a long way before I’m dead
As I collect my thoughts, and write them in this note
I’m sure others like me are in the same boat
I’m done writing, and soon Ima be out
Send me something good, something I can dream about