Hell Raiser

Raised eyebrow and crooked smile Questions of what I’m thinking the whole while Sorry but I don’t play well with others And I don’t like to share my bothers These are the things I keep inside The things that make that wicked smile wide I smile when I’m upset, and when I’m angry I smile when I’m sad, even when I’m hungry What else can you do? Complain? Cry? Does that work for you? It never worked for me But the first time I was threatened I smiled And they got scared, and realized I was a crazy child An uncontrollable animal that will fall over and die Before I quit, or feel sorry for myself and cry Yeah I get hurt, and I feel pain too I get tired of the same things that you do I’m tired of being looked over and held back Trying to build with blocks that don’t quite stack The pieces of my life don’t all fit together It’s hard to do "the right thing" when you’re born a hell raiser But that’s how I was raised, in hell So when you handed me heaven I couldn’t tell I might be alone, but I’m not lonely Cuz if it’s one thing misery has it’s company You accuse me of twisting what you hear Magically changing words and creating care I can’t even pretend to know what care covers So I’m sorry about taking forever to say, “I love her…” Even when I know that you love me I’ll still smile, because how could that be? You’re confused you’re in love with what you think you see I can solve that problem quick I can twist words and make thoughts become thick Tell you exactly what you don’t want to hear Turn the fluids between us sour And the chemistry between us into fire In no time the flame will consume everything you see Everything you feel, will be what I want it to be You’ll hate me, you’ll regret ever meeting me That’s why I carry this smile crooked and curly That’s why I raise my eyebrows and you still can’t tell It can’t get worse cuz I’m already in hell You don’t even understand which is good Don’t be upset cuz you didn’t like the answer Just be happy I’m not in your life anymore- Because I have a tendency to consume like cancer Everything around me that thinks they know what care means Or that thinks it’s okay to play life like movie scenes Ends up wood burnt to ash, dirt turned to dust Blood turned to water, rotted from inside to the crust My kiss is bitter, and my teeth are sharp My mouth stings and my words are torture strings on a harp I’m the tailor that weaves words that spread like a canopy The magician that speaks illusion into reality Too bad you can’t tell the difference Nor can you understand my inference Too bad you don’t know what my crooked smile means Or my raised eyebrow as I stare at you and my teeth gleam Be careful I bite, But only because I know that’s what you like Let me tell you again, I don’t play well with others, And I’m not lonely, just alone, company creates bothers… Copyright ©2001 AllisterIt's about someone else, not you, and don't ask who... =) Written March 1st, 2001 © on Sep 25 2001 04:39 AM PST   0 • 10