Am I?

(poems go here) As I write this song down for you Feeling a feeling that resembles a dark blue By the end I hope to get through to you And hopefully end up making the feeling mutual What else can I possibly do? I’ve done everything in my power and even more too I’m depleted of everything that could be repaired by any tool I’m done, I’m done, now watch me end it all with the sound of the gun Hook: Am I? Good enough to be your friend And stay your friend until the very damn end But the end to you has already begin Never gave me a chance, you Xed me out with your pen After that happened I promised "never again" After all this drama, I couldn't go on The beat starts to skip as part of the song My life is on paper they say, and the chapter of love isn't that long And if it is it seems to be wrong so far as I go along So tear the sheets out, rip them, and burn them Piss the fire out, for love to me is only a theorem See me and my heart used to be friends, used to be married But after 17 years of marriage it said "I can’t do it baby sorry" As it left me for some girl we met at a party I introduced them, and then things had begun to get heavy Breath steady, Breath Breath steady Now I’m here, fucking heartless, knock you senseless I don’t care anymore, nothing is priceless Fuck this, fuck this, I take on the world and knock it shitless Now your tasteless, hehe, yea, I think I’m done with this Hook: Am I? Good enough to be your everything As I bend down and give you a ring Rule the kingdom of US as queen and king No, I think I’m sleeping and I’m dreaming Cause only in those worlds cans I live gleaming Live a life of excitement and ecstasy A life that is not so clear to see Clear to breath, a life to be, a life not easy to leave A life of dreams is not the life to me Don’t give me some fake shit to make me full of glee No I rather bleed And feel the pains of life as everything should be As these tears roll down my face These tears understand my fate and my place My love my hate My story my case If you say love is a motherfucker I can relate Try and tell me your sad stories, I promise mine will take the cake Love is nothing more than a battlefield, waging on war And before you even know you’re in it, you’re within its very core And after you find out you are in war, you start to ask why the fuck are you fighting for Question and question yourselves, then scream no more Sacrifice yourself, to know the answer and close the door The answer even resembles the answers to why is the rich rich and the poor poor But when you give up, and start to walk, make sure you actually see your gun hit the floor Hook: Am I? Good enough to be anything more Be like the GO space on a monopoly board Collect your money, collect your love instead Let me be your water, let me be your bread Maybe this is the smartest thing I’ve ever said Maybe, maybe not, I’ve got a long way before I’m dead As I collect my thoughts, and write them in this note I’m sure others like me are in the same boat I’m done writing, and soon Ima be out Send me something good, something I can dream about