Half A Life

I've been meaning to ask you how life looks from the nose bleed seats

and to ask you how it feels to bleed

Your life's a waste and the way that I'll ask it

will have revenge woven throughout

but will be masked with the concern that a friend would bring

You're so incomplete

Hold a mirror to show just what you've become

and read your diary to figure out where things went wrong

I don't think I'll ever understand

how a cowardly cat can call himself a man

You're all show and it's getting old

As for the rest of us

we'll do fine with what we have

making the best of what is left

And you're a naysayer

who will never know what it's like

to really have half a life

I've been meaning to harm you

in the best way that I see fit

I'm not sure if this did the trick

but I think It did

Hold a mirror to show just what you've become

and read your eulogy to figure out where things went wrong

I hope one day you understand

that a girl on your arm won't make you a man

Keep walking down your shallow lonely road

It's dark and cold and it's yours and yours alone

If you dig too deep

are you scared you'll find something?

Spoonfuls of **** will surely add up

Inside you're begging for a cure for your disease

Your life's a crime scene and it won't help to blame it on me

As for the rest of us

we'll do fine with what we have

making the best of what is left

And you're a naysayer

who will never know what it's like

to really have half a life