How Would You Like

No one knows what it's like,
To listen to your love's rant.
And hear my beuteous laugh be turned to stone.
It isn't who I am who matters.
But that pain the world can endure.

Try listening to an imaginary sweetheart screaming,
Only muffled by the tears choking her.
Her eyes shrunk deep,
The mascara smudged all over.
Then comes a train..

And we all love trains don't we?
The fantasy, the koo-koo of them old steam rails.
The speed, the smell, the feeling of new beginnings.
How would you like that train coming an inch close to you?

Heart pounding, sweat dripping under the hot May summer.
Eyes wide open, fear thronging, a chest which may get you dumber.
And then that fatigue, just after.
Your eyelids droop and you fall like a doll.

But then that's fine because you are still alive right?
Then here I have another scenario for you to hear,
Where you live, so don't fear.
Check this out.

How about that train running over your sweethear.....actually no...
How about your sweetheart running into that train?
To show she cares!
As she is flung through the air,
Her face torn in two.

You have to go to her of course,
See the pain, the bloody drain.
You have to hear everyone's blames,
As they say it was you who pushed her.

My life in a song, you do not need to hear.
Just grab a beer, shoot a peer..
Kill the world, kill the bold.
Rape the girl, destroy the mould.

You do not need to hear this, i dont want your sym-pathetic looks.
Just look in a mirror, and you see the demons with open books.
This is my pain in a song, within its lines lies for what I long.
Try guessing, but I'm ready to guess...
You're wrong.