Stuck!

In the corner of a box marked "lost and found" is the junction between the almost could have been and the beautiful nothing you live in this second after what was again just another moment. Not very interesting from one to the next, I guess we have to find something a little more vexed. 

From that box I shout my sound with illusions that soon one day we'll all be found, by a man in a crown, who's been staring down with a blood covered frown. Is that a whisper I hear from over there, is that you? Are you looking, sifting through the consequences of each random item stored inside with an "as if" approach to the sequence of events that brought us together. Is it a dissolved purpose deciding a purgatory silence in this box marked "Lost and Found?" An old shipping sticker clearly marked for another day peeled away show stains. For sure this box is for nothing more than to sit here reminding those who still have there pencils and wallets and cell phones not to loose them.

I've got a disease - I love this

Feels like you made a mistake, You made somebodys heart break
But now I have to let you go, I have to let you go
You left a stain, On every one of my good days
But I am stronger than you know, I have to let you go

No ones ever turned you over, No ones tried
To ever let you down, Beautiful girl
Bless your heart

I got a disease, Deep inside me
Makes me feel uneasy baby, I cant live without you
Tell me what I am supposed to do about it
Keep your distance from it, Dont pay no attention to me
I got a disease

Feels like youre making a mess, You're hell on wheels in a black dress
You drove me to the fire, And left me there to burn

Every little thing you do is tragic, All my life, oh was magic
Beautiful girl, I cant breathe

I think that Im sick
But leave me be while my world is coming down on me
You taste like honey, honey
Tell me can I be your honey
Be strong, Keep telling myself it that wont take long till
Im free of my disease

I got a disease

hmm

Life is a wheel of changes But changes are life And someday we will have to say good bye But our spirit will survive Love is phasing Love is moving To the rhythm of your sight In the darkness I get closer To the crossing point of light Reason is lasting, passion is living And dying is teaching us how to live