who will counsel the counsellor

You opened up to me the other day,
now I cant get rid of it
your feelings stuck to me like a leech,
and they wont go away.

Like disease, on me it grows,
so what was yours, now is mine.
I may not think your thoughts,
But now, I'm crying your tears.

This empathy, it's killing me
When I hear you cry, I cry
When I see you sad, it plagues my mind.
If I can't protect you,
I'm gonna regret you,
Until the day I

die.

Burdens, Burdens I'd like to burn them,
but setting fire to fire only makes it grow.
I could put out the flames if I gave you the cold shoulder.
but I'm not prepared to say no and so

This empathy, it's killing me
When I hear you cry, I cry
When I see you sad, it plagues my mind.
If I can't protect you,
I'm gonna regret you,
Until the day I -

Ill fill my heart up with all of your heartache.
I'll make room for your problems and push out all my own.
I'll pick up all the pieces when your world starts to shatter.
I'll absorb all the hurt so that you can let go.

This empathy, it's killing me
When I hear you cry, I cry
When I see you sad, it plagues my mind.
If I can't protect you,
I'm gonna regret you,
Until the day I

Die.

By Joseph Youssef
8 July 2011

Between You and Me

I want to hold you,
but I don't know about forever..
Maybe, if neither of us felt,
Then maybe we would both feel better.
We've managed to freeze time,
but we're not getting any younger.
We just can't move into the future until we figure out each other.

So we're talking around in circles (but neither of us walking).
Saying so many different words,
They seem to all have the same meaning.
But we'll talk until we both agree we've found our revelation.
We don't know if it exists,
but we'll keep looking,
Because there's something between us.

Between you and me.

Sometimes I don't want to be yours,
I just always want you to be mine,
But the love needs to be balanced,
So we're sitting still in time until it is,
and if it isn't, then at least we know we've tried.
Oh maybe we just cannot love,
Despite that deep down inside,
There's something between us.

Between you and me.

Oh my heart is strong,
but my head thinks its wrong.
We're two different puzzle pieces,
Neither one of us belongs.
But neither one of us will quit,
Because we want this to be it,
But we're not willing to be cut just so we'll fit.

I want to hold you,
but I don't know about forever..
Maybe, if neither of us felt,
Then maybe we would both feel better.
We've managed to freeze time,
but we're not getting any younger.
We just can't move into the future...

Because there's something,
There's something between us.

Between you and me.

By Joseph Youssef
6 February 2011

I Couldn't Keep You (even if I wanted to)

I hate to break this to you,
But I have to break this off.
I don't want to, But I need to,
Before my heart becomes too soft.
I'm paper in water.
and you tear me up.

It's been lovely at times,
But it's been lonely at times.
When you've decided you're right,
and You won't comprimise.
It's always me having to swallow my pride,
And it's killing me inside.

So go, Please go.
Pretend you don't know me,
because truth be told, I don't think you do.
Go, please go.
I couldn't keep you any longer,
even if I wanted to.

So Please get down from that pedestal I built you,
and let me see you in natural light,
because the less perfect you seem,
the easier it'll be
to break my own heart,
before you get a chance.

So Go, Please go.
pretend you don't know me,
because truth be told,
I don't think you do.
Go. please go.
I couldn't keep you any longer
even if I wanted to.

I couldn't keep you,
Believe me, I've tried.
I was always yours,
but you were never mine.

It's so hard to break this to you,
it's hard to break it to myself.
I don't want to, but I need to,
or I'll compromise my health.
I'm paper in water,
and you tear me up.

So Go, Please go.
pretend you dont know me,
because truth be told,
I don't think you do.
Go. please go.
I couldn't keep you any longer,
even if I wanted to.

I couldn't keep you
but, I wanted to.

By Joseph Youssef 2011

Spoiled Seth O'Sensitive

Woe is you for everything they put you through.
Everyone else is so selfish.
Ofcourse, you'd know that's not the truth,
If you looked in the pudding for the proof,
but you won't eat it, because you're so 'selfless'.

Hey spoiled,
Hey oversensitive,
Hey high-maintenance
I'm running out of patience.

Woe is you for everything they put you through,
When all you've ever done is love them unconditionally.
But if you looked real hard you'd see,
That the people you love for free are walking mirrors,
and you're inlove with your reflection.

Hey spoiled,
Hey oversensitive,
Hey high-maintenance ,
I'm running out of patience.

Hey conceited,
Hello narcissistic,
Won't you spare me a thought?

Are you oblivious to what everyone see's is obvious?
Yes, I think you are. Yes, I know you are.
And you're so self-absorbed but you'd be nothing without us.
Yeah, you know its true. Isn't it lonely being you ?

The proof is in the pudding but you're never gonna eat,
and There are cracks all through the mirrors but you refuse to see,
That if you keep on living like this, everyone will leave you,
standing in your spoiled disbelief.

Because you need to give in order to receive...

Ooh It's got to be so lonely being you.

By Joseph Youssef
September 2010

Fickle Fiona Flakerson

Oh, Sweetheart, make a decision,
because I only have so much dignity I can waste,
I'm desperate for an answer,
And right now, any one will do.

I've been waiting quite some time for you,
Do you enjoy seeing what you put me through?

Dear oh dear, what have we here?
You can't seem to make up your mind.
Dear oh dear, it's oh so clear;
You're the fickle, flaky kind.

Baby I'm all out of patience,
And baby, I'm all out of assumptions,
So, Please just tell me straight,
'Cause I don't think I can wait with this weight on my mind.

I've been waiting quite some time for you.
Do you enjoy seeing what you put me through?

Dear oh dear, what have we here?
You can't seem to make up your mind.
Dear oh dear, it's oh so clear;
You're the fickle, flaky kind.

Oh,I'm doing just fine.
Yeah, I'm doing just fine.
But I'd be better with you.

Dear oh dear, what have we here?
You can't seem to make up your mind.
Dear oh dear, it's oh so clear;
You're the fickle, flaky kind.

Dear Oh Dear, what have we here
I'm starting to lose my pride - because
Dear oh Dear, it's oh so clear;
You're the fickle flaky kind.

Sweetheart, make a decision,
I only have so much dignity I can waste,
I'm desperate for an answer,
And right now, any one will do..

By Joseph Youssef 2009

The Lonely, The Restless And I.

The last thing I need is quiet.
What I need is endless distraction,
or a little resolution,
Though, I hear thats hard to find.

Deep breaths may slow the process,
But nothing stops the progress.
Because, If you stop, you're broken,
and once you're broken you can't be fixed.

Am I wasting time, or being productive ?
Is this Love, or is it Nostalgia?
All I know is:
Restlessness and Loneliness go hand in hand.

Life is too short,
But right now, it's so long.
So, find someone to hold,
and close your eyes until it's done.

Because, A problem shared is a problem halved,
You can split your issues and double the company.
When you're not alone,
you're always being productive.

What about me ?

Am I wasting time, or being productive ?
Is this Love, or is it Nostalgia?
All I know is:
Restlessness and Loneliness go hand in hand.

If everything were kept secret,
There'd be no secrets to tell.
But noone wants to be that lonely,
Or so it would seem.

And then there's me.

I'm wasting time instead of being productive.
This once was love, but now it's nostalgia.
And the irony is:
Restlessness and Loneliness go hand in hand...

...And then there's me.

By Joseph Youssef
July 2010

Things Are Good.

First, I found myself in you,
Then, I lost myself in that same place.

I once read that,
you dwell in the praises of your people.
I'm sure I prayed every day,
but at most all I felt was atmosphere.

I once heard that,
the words you spoke are absolute.
I'm sure I preached every day,
but at most all I felt was naiveté,

but things aren't as bad as they seem.

I once learnt that,
with faith you have power to move mountains.
I'm sure I had all the faith in the world,
but at most all I believed in was common opinion.

still, things aren't as bad as they seem.

things aren't as bad as they seem,
you're not here, and you never have been,
but without the illusion, it seems I am free.
I am free, I am Free, I am me.

by Joseph Youssef
June 2010