Death Trap (Work in progress)

June 20, 2012
I'm on a rampage,
Ready to fix our world.
I've been talking shit,
Bringing down the evil ones.
And you just listen,
Feeding my self-admiration.
We're on higher ground,
Judging all the imperfection.

But my, my,
What a little surprise for me!
I'm burning names
While you're handing me the flame.
Guess who's
Been making himself a fool?

Did you ever really like me?

I don't know
What to do or say
Around a yes-man.
I'm sorry it turned out this way.
I need a leash,
No more room to play.
Take a stand, and
Tell me I'm no longer okay.

Your passivity is too confusing.

I'm on a mission.
Working hard and honest living.
Pushing out people
Who obstruct my perfect system.
Will you be my victim
Or my revelation?
Hurt me now,
So I'll repent and ask forgiveness.

Oh, why
Can't you be honest with me?
I need a friend who can
Stop me when I've hurt their feelings.
Guess who's
Been making himself a fool?

Are we ever really happy?

I don't know

What to do or say

Around a yes-man.

I'm sorry it turned out this way.

I need a leash,

No more room to play.

Take a stand, and

Tell me I'm no longer okay.

The Nicest Girl (Work in progress)

May 24, 2012
You're so nice...
Desperate to play all sides.
You have a power,
The gift of sugar.
You're so sweet,
But you can be too much.
The endless laughter.
When are you serious?

The moment you grew up,
The trouble had to start.
No more trusting, lack of judgment.
A bitch through-and-through.
Take your fake lifestyles.
Keep them on Twitter.
Say whatever you want
So you can feel better.

You chose to fight.
You chose to gain.
But all you have,
It fades away.
Left with nothing
But your name.
The nicest girl,
The biggest fake.

Caught in your web again.
The words you choose,
They'll come back to you.
So stupid.
You're such a little princess.
You walk all over
the underlings you call your friends.

Prettyboy (Work in progress)

July 20, 2011
...Prettyboy, I'm coming after you.
You think you're cool
Because you're lifted up
By a group of antisocial nerds.
Are you stupid
Or just that insecure?
Looks won't get you anywhere
If you're so unsure.
You walk around like we worship you,
But we always talk about
How you will end up alone.
Yes, I'm jealous.
I don't get all the girls.
But at least I'm self-assured enough
To get to them first.

Prettyboy,
With perfect brains to save the day,
You can't even say her name.
Prettyboy,
With bigger muscles than me,
She'll break up with you anyway.

All that potential.
Why would you second-guess?
Girls flocking around you.
That's as good as it gets.
Stop making people guess.
The rumors will "flame."
You're a big boy now.
You have to scream your name.

Prettyboy,
With charm your ego complements,
You can't even please your friends.
Prettyboy,
With drink and popularity,
Alone in your residence.

Vain (Work in progress)

September 11, 2011
I wanna be it.
Hot-bodied, sick and twisted.
So sadistic,
Make you go insane.
I wanna have it.
Cool touch, so seductive.
Gotta love it
Running through your brain.
I wanna be
Vain. Vain...vain. Vain.
I wanna be
Vain. Vain...vain. Vain.

Take a look in the mirror.
Nice face that girls won't look at.
I don't want that.
Ch-Change it, change it.
Put on a scowl. Be a jerk.
Girls will like that.
It's attractive.
Say goodbye to me.
Walk, walk.
Right on top.
Just worked out.
I'm looking hot.
I'm just a little immature.
I like it!

I wanna be it.

Hot-bodied, sick and twisted.

So sadistic,

Make you go insane.

I wanna have it.

Cool touch, so seductive.

Gotta love it

Running through your brain.

I wanna be

Vain. Vain...vain. Vain.

I wanna be

Vain. Vain...vain. Vain.

Freeze. Choose your pose.

No one wants to know what you know.

It's electric.

Shock me, shock me.

Dirty truths come to life

In your eyes.

Nothing's secret.

They want your body.

Lie to stay on top.

Competition forced to drop.

I'm just a little insecure.

I like it...

I wanna be it.

Hot-bodied, sick and twisted.

So sadistic,

Make you go insane.

I wanna have it.

Cool touch, so seductive.

Gotta love it

Running through your brain.

I wanna be

Vain. Vain...vain. Vain.

I wanna be

Vain. Vain...vain. Vain.

Dance Alone (work in progress)

March 26, 2012
Run away
From the villain who has
Taken over me.
I'm a jerk.
My self-worth
Is dirtying the ground.
I'm holding on
To what is not mine anymore.
Why didn't I guess
That you'd leave me alone?
I'd like to dance,
But I can't find the floor.
I don't deserve any sympathy.

What makes me feel
Like I'm in control?
A failed attempt,
And I've hurt everyone.
In denial.
I take a step too far.
And though I'm craving for a real life,
I dance alone.

Doing moves that I like,
But no one seems to care.
Stiff and forced. But of course,
I'm not myself.
Wasting my energy so
We can all have fun.
Won't you stay?
I wanna dance with you.
Don't break away.
I have no one else to choose.
Don't leave me 'til
This song is over!

What makes me feel

Like I'm in control?

A failed attempt,

And I've hurt everyone.

In denial.

I take a step too far.

And though I'm craving for a real life,

I dance alone.

Circles

I just finished this a few days ago. Another piano comp in the vein of Vanessa Carlton's "The Wreckage."
Circles

February 12, 2012
Spinning,
Take me in the moonlight.
I am with the living,
But time stands still.
Watching
Continuum in motion.
Dreams outlining fears
By cheating deaths.

I'll never be a social
When I'm in a circle.
My eyes are glossing over,
But boredom is my cover.

Reaching out, but
Turn and cross.
I'm in a daze.
Safe and sound
In my secluded
Numbness. Waiting.

Watch me
Contemplating insight.
So embarrassed.
Waiting for alarms.
People,
Hopes and dreams perpetual.
Never moving forward.
Starting, but
Never ending.

I'll never feel at home
When I'm in a circle.
Suffering stagnation
For sake of relations.

Yet Another Beginning to an Unfinished French Song

It was supposed to sound/feel like Stariy Pidzhak, but it shall never be finished. Ironic, considering the lyrics...

August 23, 2012
Je veux écrire une chanson
En autre langue.
Sans assistance,
Écrit tout seul.
Ma persistance, c'est rien
Sans mon ambition.
Il faut que je finisse
Cette chanson.

Je veux vivre avec
Une leur d'espoire.
Sans reculer,
Me defendre.

(I want to write a song
In another language.
Without help,
Written all by myself.
My persistence is nothing
Without my ambition.
I must finish
This song.)