This will be anything but trite
That means ordinary you fools
This brain
These words
My magical tools
I get caught up by the game of chance
Always searching for a glance
Nothing crazy
Not looking to get in your pants
Just a worthy conversation
That one day leads to romance
Anything but typical
For a while I may seem mythical
You’ll grow tired
Or bored
Leaving me awake
Wired
My heart tore
Yeah we’ve heard it all before
Time after time
I’m writing a new rhyme
Which chick was it this time
Who commited the crime?
Eh I might want to stop
But I know these words are more powerful than a rent-a-cop
Silly I know
Attract you a lil bit
Maybe even make you smile
Until you quit
And abused me for a while
I sit alone on this night
That scene is altogether too trite
That means ordinary you fools
My mind
These words
My magical tools
I could’ve said this brain
But you’d call it boring and lame
Overanalyzing myself in these words
Call me briefly insane
As dangerous as trying to swallow swords
We’ve heard it all before
Yeah I gave it my all
And my heart is tore
Yup I even got stomped on
With my ass hit as they shut the door
All too familiar
Each beginning seems great
Until you tempt our fate
Hurt me some way
Some how
See my love is great
But as usual
It’s all together too late
Such is fate
I’m still writing
Releasing what I can
Standing up again and again
Growing up further
Becoming more of a man
Love again and better?
Hell yes I think I can
But I’ll need a helping hand
These are my words
They continue to pour out of me
Again and again
Ease the pain
The pain of being me
So valuable
Yet proved to be unworthy
I write out of misery
Make you stop
Make you think
Hopefully make you see
What you are
What you’ve done
And maybe if you choose
Step into my shoes
And see what it’s like to be me
See all the pain
All the hurt
These people have caused me
I write again and again
Trying not to hold back
Hold nothing in
On this night
Do you really think I’m just trite?
That means ordinary you fools
This is me
This is my mind
This is my misery
My release
Helps me stay kind
As well as blind
To all the hate
That has been launched at me through love’s fate
Eh what do I know?
I can’t be that great
Always being tossed so cheaply
Right out the window
Try me and see
What I am
What I was
Who I will grow to be
Just what do I matter to you?
Yesterday
Tomorrow
This second
What will you do?
Who knows?
I just write about me and my misery
If you’ve hurt me watch out for your toes
Then again let me stomp them like you stomped me
Maybe you’ll stop
Maybe you’ll think
Maybe you’ll see
I’m anything but trite
Not just tomorrow
Not just tonight
I’m no ordinary
Remember it and get it right
My great love for you is gone
You threw it away out of sight
This is my mind
These are my words
Some thoughts are kind
But none are absurd
I’ve lived it
I’ve learned from it
I won’t quit
I’m not trite
Remember that
Not ordinary
Get it right