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No Rhythm & No Right
I have no rhythm and no right to die.
I think, however, that I was put in this Earth
to simply shed my tears as I sit and cry.
How can I feel so much rejection?
How can my life be sought after in such misdirection?
When I go one way... I am forced to go another.
I guess I'm destined to never find my significant other.
My soul burns within the night's everlasting desire.
But in the end, I shall forever be held from my love's true fire.
As I look into the mirror's eyes,
I see what I most despise.
I see what I hate and what I will die without.
Of what sincerely makes me want to pout.
