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Life's greatest mysteries It's all a blur.
The certainty of the new dawn is still unsure.
The way I saw you pictured is like an Atlas.
Thousands of surfaces none like the last one.

Why do I bother trying to figure out the points.
Where lines intersect, where surfaces join.
So unpredictable like the ocean waves.
Unknowing to the dangers when they finally cave.

Never have I seen something to mysterious
Something to make me rethink my own reasons
Why must I fall to your sexuality like many have before.
Why must I think you are what I need, how I can't have more.

Is this what it feels like to be a man?
A shell of a person who doesn't understand?
Is this confusion real or am I really confused?
Am I worthy of use, or have I just been used?

Why must my tears fall on blank surfaces so frequently?
Why must purposes be dropped and thrown so casually?
Is it that easy to give up for what you think you have?
Or is it just your insecurities getting the best of you again?

Don't tell me It's alright when it's clearly not
Like it makes a difference at the end of your walk.
Don't give me stories of weakness and vulnerability.
Cause I know what it's like to, but you don't see me looking for sympathy.

You claim you know what you are doing, but have you a clue?
That your decisions affect more then just you?
That maybe someone out there really cares?
But instead you look away from your own prayers.

For something right infront of you that you think is safe.
Not knowing It's the thing that will keep you away.
From every dream that you have ever had.
In the end I just hope that you are glad.

So remember these words as I let you leave.
Before I let you ruin your life and your dreams.
It's not about what you want, it's about what you need.
And I won't say I told you so, when you come back crying to me.