Drugs and romance.

We're your drugs and we leave you with a high
You are obsessed. This is a fact you can't deny
Whether we have plans or not, you try to see us daily
Yet anger fills the void when our plans are delayed.

You only seem upset when we are not there
But to admit that fact, you wouldn't dare.
For to say you are in love, goes against your pride
So you will forever hide.

It's growing old, we cannot deal
For our happiness is not real
How can we be happy when
It feels as if it's going to end.

You make plans for our future
Yet when brought up again you are unsure
This roller coaster is too much to take
I feel as if I need to pull away

For him and I have never swayed
And by your side we will remain
But feelings of deceit and lack of trust
Make me doubt and cause him to fuss

One minute you're ours, the next you love him
Please tell me which one is it?
Two years of this will kill my faith
We need to get out of this place

For you alone our hearts beat
And together we feel complete
But once apart, the doubt comes back
We get restless and feel the need to attack.

We all need strength, I cannot continue
To hold us together while we're miles apart
I'm growing tired of having to prove
That this is forever, til death do us part.

Past. Present. Future?

Four old souls struggle to change
The past they made for themselves.
Lies and deceit plague their minds
In the hole they have dug so deep.

One betrays while the three are harmonious
Consumed by power and hate
Trying to open his tiny mind,
They try to fall away.

Will leaving bring them back yet again?
Or are they stuck here no matter what.
A curse, they think, from one of their own
Consumed by immortal life.

Unsure of which direction to go
They strive to mend the broken bonds
Stubborn, shattered, tattered and worn
Unsure of the curse of the words they'd sworn

The weight of the world resting on their backs
Having little left to give
In this world the future is their past
Leaving hardly a trace behind them to last

Ink slowly drying the words on the page
Doing anything it takes to rise above
The well of tears is anything but dry
Falling endless, they continue to try

Trying we are, succeeding, unlikely
Even the optimist repressed.
Seeing the tears of the ones she loves
Makes her anxious and depressed.

Every move made with uncertainty
Chaos meets every road
To keep it together is their one goal
Paying back everything considered owed.

While one lives, the other must die
Has it always been like this?
Did he once live with us in simplicity?
Did we ever have a life of bliss?

Was there always opposition from one side?
We are so lost in this life
Is there a way for us all to ever get along
Why does that idea seem so wrong?