he cuts himself so deep with words that mean nothing
he writes all alone
in a quiet bedroom at home
words so full of meaning but lacking in tack
but do they tell you how i truly feel
with exaggerations
and words so carefully chosen
like the cancer that you get from smoking too much
it bleeds on like a broken record

i am the writer
of the will of man
they tell me how they fell
and i cut the words
like the razor to the knife
metaphors to the paper
and similes to the heart
you left it beating like poe with a tell tale
sign of craftiness
i'll leave you singing for more
as we all do
as we sing and we shall sing some more

i'll sit here all night
writing lyrics that make you think
it stews in your mind
what i am truly saying
broken heart clubs welcome you if you let them
we all have sorrow buried deep
but vengeance cuts deeper that a cutter's knife
do you bleed with kids screaming
are you just like us
and you say you aren't the same
so you don't bleed like the rest
don't you cry
when you hear songs so shallow but it hurts me
when you break apart my words
dissect me instead with a knife
tell me is this all a lie?

i am the writer
of the will of man
they tell me how they fell
and i cut the words
like the razor to the knife
metaphors to the paper
and similes to the heart
you left it beating like poe with a tell tale
sign of craftiness
i'll leave you singing for more
as we all do
as we sing and we shall sing some more

aren't we the same
when we all feel the way we do
anxious lovers wait for you to come to the door
and they cry when you leave them there
cut away flesh like bonds
isn't that what you would do
i write you love stories that tell you what to feel
when feeling is real
don't mistake me for the suicidal maniac that
cries all the time
i will tell you other wise

i am the writer
of the will of man
they tell me how they fell
and i cut the words
like the razor to the knife
metaphors to the paper
and similes to the heart
you left it beating like poe with a tell tale
sign of craftiness
i'll leave you singing for more
as we all do
as we sing and we shall sing some more

your life is just the metaphor
we love to write you down
and erase all the bad
but we can erase all the good
so you know how we all feel
it's so wonderful to cry all the time
metaphorically speaking