the obituary (personal revelation)

Hi all... in the last 24 hours there has been a revelation of sorts in my current situation... so I submit to the jury this piece of evidence. I am the author and its about a situation that I am a party in. So check it out - by the by, the guy that this is about doesn't live in jersey or the surrounding states... much farther out.
I am fortune's fool - will shakespeare had it right. Allright enough of the mellodrama... hope you all like the lyrics... much love.

To the dearly departed I write this announcement
The decree of revelation and overaught pronouncement
Factual rendition of an otherwise empty time period
Where I caught some attention and my heart was off carried

I thought there would be a chance of ultimate serenity
Between a boy and a girl who were three years over twenty
I sat and recoiled to the point of how about
And then realized the fact that you and I are not going out.

I would like to be the one you think about first thing in the morning
The one who's ideas and problems stay in your ears silently ringing
If I could end up being this person
You and I could be the ones bowing at curtain

Honestly there are two people I'd like to thank
The one who lent herself out and watched as her heart sank
The other is the boy, and I stress that term strongly
Who talked a great game but wasn't man enough ultimately

I'd never take anything back that I'd said or done.
Except maybe the fact that I wanted to kiss you and we'd've swap'd gum
But it's over and done and here we are sitting
Talking real quickly, and your phone signal ending

This all sucks, more or less blows
How it all ends who the heck knows.
I would prefer to write my signature in ink rather that blood
I would prefer to say goodbye as friends rather than semi-love
A soliloquy of sorts is what I am writing
A moment or two less, with little or no signing

How about I end this eulogy on a note more perplexing than ever
Could it be your motives are all way to insincere, even less clever?
All along I tried so hard to not feel better when we spoke
All along I tried to write us up as some inane ongoing joke
But here it goes I really mustered some courage
I am the one with the heart and as per usual emotional baggage
This is all ending and so it seems
What I want from love is still locked in Carebear like dreams
I wear my heart as a giant cartoon on my chest
I wear it under the make-up, with the smile and my own style of punk'd out dress

I send this to the boy who I referred to before
I send it to the one whose eyes are the color I always prefer
So to the reader of this here decree
I say goodbye, adios, adieu and take what is left of me

I will regather what has been slowly separated
I will glue the things I allowed to be serrated

In the end this obituary marks what was coming all along
This is the heart wrenched stuff that is written about in every rad Emo song
So if we're friends, that’s cool by me
Just to me the honor & for once be honest 'bout the relationship you have w/your girlfriend Whitney