My melon soulCrushed by your Gallagher of apathy

Your faith was strong, but you needed proof...

One difference between poetry and lyrics is that lyrics sort of fade into the background. They fade on the page and live on the stage when set to music.

You're so easy to read but the book is boring me.

It begins in the heart...and it hurts when it's true.It only hurts because it's true.

I am human and I need to be loved,just like everybody else does.

To me you are a work of art, and I would give you my heart - that's if I had one.

I don't mind if you forget me.Having learned my lesson,I never left an impression on anyone.

Rejection is one thing - but rejection from a fool is cruel.

Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me.No hope, no harm; just another false alarm

I still don't belong to anyone - I am mine.

You're not right in the head, and nor am I, and this is why....this is why I like you.

As the smoke clears,I awaken,And untangle you from me.Would it make you feel betterTo watch me, while I bleed?All my windows still are broken,But I'm standing on my feet.

Skies are crying,I am watching,Catching teardrops in my hands.Only silence, as it's ending,Like we never had a chance.Do you have to make me feelLike there's nothing left of me?

He not busy being born is busy dying.

Now this might disturb you, but I find I'm OK by myself;and I don't need you or your benevolence to make sense.

Tried living in the real world instead of a shell, but I was bored before I even began.

Don't leave it all unsaid,somewhere in the wasteland of your head.

Disappointment came to me,and booted me,and bruised and hurt me,but that's how people grow up.

Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up.