J.J B. Torment

Don’t trust a woman. They lie, manipulate, and deceive.
Don’t trust a woman. They say things to get you to believe,
That what they say is real and true, but listen to me as I tell you.
Don’t trust a woman. Lies are only what they can achieve.
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I wish I could start all over.
Turn back time and begin again.
Change things I want to.
Keep some the same.
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Pierced! ! Pierced again! ! Her blood trickles from its place.
Hurt, pain, and misery, you can see it on her precious face.
The pain is only too normal for her. She doesn’t anymore even feel it.
She pretends it doesn’t hurt and goes out with her friends and gets lit.
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Lost and empty, these are the words from which she is reeling.
So back to the bar, this lost little girl, and another guy with she goes leaving.
Her spirit screams “no”, the hurt yells “yes”, through the night they go on disagreeing.
Just for the night, another one night stand, enduring each thrust and his heavy breathing,
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Why do you say you care for me, this I have to know.
Do you even know?
I don’t think so.
You say you do, but your actions speak tons, one day it shows, the next day it’s done.
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Alone Alone Alone! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
That’s what I should be.
Why do I trust my heart?
I am stupid, it always, ALWAYS lies…..
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Stages of … Love


Beginning: Burning like the sun. A volcanic eruption. Lava flowing and expanding, engulfing everything it contacts. A Pot on stove with burner on high after 10 minutes. Intense movie, edge of the seat kind. Athlete playing his/her favorite sport….passionate. Spooning at night even if uncomfortable. Parachute sailing … thrilling and alive! !
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Everyday, I am fighting, fighting for my soul,
Fighting, fighting for my life.
I am fighting, fighting for my sanity.
Fighting, fighting all this strife.
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Will I EVER learn? ? ? ? ?
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What do you see when you look at me.
A friend … a nice guy …. Someone who’s happy?
What if I told you what you see isn’t reality.
It’s a dream, a fairy tale, a fantasy.
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I hate this world, and I hate this life,
I wish I could just lay down and die.
I have no one to turn to not my family nor wife,
And I would guess none of them would even cry.
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When u really care for someone, u think what’s best for them and not u.
U do what’s best for them, even if that will make u blue.
For their best interest in life is what matters, that is what u want to be true.
They are the ones that are most important, for them, there’s nothing u wouldn’t do.
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Oh glorious month, hurry and come soon to me.
For what is meant to happen, in your month, it will be.
No more pain, no more anger, no more misery…
Oh glorious month… please hurry for me, please.
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The lies of a woman can be so significant or minute.
If you believe them, there is nothing you won’t do.
You see the lies of a woman will entangle you like a rope.
The lies of a woman will make a genius turn into a dope.
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Judge not, perceive not, those mistakes I don't make
Life's' little words of wisdom that, every day, I take

I know some different masses
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In the booth a man wipes his nose
Two hours later an elderly woman shows
All dressed up in tattered clothes
And through her old warren out shoes they see her toes
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If you think you can count on something lasting forever, or at least in your lifetime, you will be disappointed. Why? Nothing ever lasts.

If you think a womans’ heart that has been declared to be yours will be yours forever. Don’t believe it, or you will be disappointed. Why? Nothing ever lasts.
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I go through each day alone inside. The outside appearance is a façade. It isn’t real. The smile on my face and the gleam in my eye is but a lie, a Vail. Everyone smiles back at me. They see me with there eyes. They see only what I portray. No one knows who I am, not even God himself. I hide away the ‘real’ person.

Just like a character on stage, when the curtain goes up and the lights go on, they come out, make-up on, personalities created … displaying a life that doesn’t exist. The audience escapes inside they’re world, consuming every bit of the fantasy that surrounds them. So it is with me…. a character. My make-up is the masks I hide behind. My life is the stage. Everyone around me is the audience. They see only the character that I choose to display. Just like the audience, they soak in my fantasy, my created world. A world that isn’t completely real.
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Why do you love me? Do you even really know?
Why do you care? I mean really care? Or is that even so?
Have you really figured it out? What can I say, if anything to help you find the answer?
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