OBJECT OF MY IDOLATRY
Your hypnotic eyes keep me in a trance
I worship the land you set foot on
Unconditionally I offer myself to you
I would do your any bidding
I love you in this detachment

NICHOLAS HIGGINS
When depression drags me deep, I have to stop and think
Why is it you I toil over?
Is this pain really worth it?
Why do I kill myself for your acceptance on a daily basis?
I love you selflessly, obsessively, I crave you deeply
I know you feel none of these for me, you never will
So why do I constantly throw myself at you?
Why must I inflict pain on myself, 'coz I know it hurts to look at you
Then it hits me: Oh yeah, you're Nick.

YOUR SKIN
I'm sorry I'm not beautiful
I'm sorry I'm not thin
I'm sorry I wasn't homecoming queen
I'm sorry I'm not Brynn
I'm sorry for trying to mold myself
To fit into the skin

NO
Can you accept the pain I feel
Do you deny my grievence?
Seeing you each day hurts more and more
But can you love me?
The infatuation I feel is more
A genuine obsession
And I love you
But you don't even say hello anymore
I see how you look at her
I know how you view her
She is more than your confidant
You want her
How I yearn to be her
How I curse my luck
You can't even look at me
Pain is dispensed in a two-letter word

UMBRAGEOUS
Dark eyes, dark hair, dark skin
It is you
An even darker obsession
Plunging ever so deeply
Spiralling into an abyss of hopelessness
Thoughts blackened by prolongment
This is me
My lurid passion
Although matching in color
Is poorly paired with you