It could be one of two definitions
but either would be ok.

Ghosts and demons
Haunt both kinds of dreams
For no reason
Other than to hear your screams

How did I get here?
The wind, the blue sky, the clouds
The view of fields surround
But how did I get here?
Did I actually leave my house?

Waiting for the other to make the move when they don't want to and you want them to.

How does imagination still exist
when we **** it with the society in which we live?

She/her
He/him
Ze/zir

Collectively we're all the same

They/them

I don't like you.
Well... Not in the way I used to,
not in the way you think,
not in the way you used to think.

Your eyes hide the ***** inside.
Your smile masks the counterfeit pride.

The more I try to find myself

The                                              More



                    Lost  
                                                              I
Seem                            
                                               To


                                  Be.

True friends don't stab you in the front.

They punch you in the face and knee you in the solar plexus.

But that wouldn't fit in the song.

We've got to the point where people are accepting peoples differences.
However, are yet to get to the stage where those who accept will support aswell.

Lose it
to
The sound

Just keep breathing
And
Dreaming out loud

Beauty comes from within
But I can't picture it without good lighting?
And I don't like going outside
And it doesn't exist in my house

I don't know how long we'll last.
We won't die young but we'll live fast
So lets forget our past
And do what we want 'cause what we do will surpass

If I wrote something new
Is it really new?
The words
The phrases
Have been used before
To add my own meaning
Or change the perspective
But those words are the same
As what they were before

Trapped but I can escape
Loud noise in my ears but it all could end







But if it did I would have to go through it again

Roses are red
Violets are blue
This is as cliché
As it's possible too.

Wherever you were
Born and bred
Your clichéness will be
Ripped to shreds

Long story short
It's been said before
It's not a *one in a million chance
That when it rains, it pours

Or practice makes perfect
It's said all the time
I'm sick and tired of these clichés
They're really difficult to rhyme

Only time will tell
So be careful of what you're reading
'Cause everything happens for a reason
And looks can be deceiving

So if I think outside the box
And all dreams can come true
Then the use of a cliché
Would be enough to **** you

But if you're lucky enough
To have *played your cards right
This could be the first day
Of the rest of your life

Morning comes and turn to night.


I
Haven't
Seen
You
Since
The
Fight.

I'm waiting for you to come once more

To come
And knock
At the door.


I'm waiting for morning to turn to night

Without
                                                      A
                                             Knock
     At
                                          The
                Door
                                                 Or
    You
                                In
        Sight.

Issues that don't effect you is like
The news in another country.

We don't need to get involved
To know what's going on

But want to know to stop it
Occurring again

Or to reduce the increasing amount
Of ignorance, globally.

Bright green fields
And a brighter blue sky
Tractors moving
As the clouds float by

Tent's pitched
Kinda quick,
Fire's lit
No wood on it

Guitars strum
Then uku joins along
But my phone is singing
The song

Playing football
With the farmers dog
Then go back to
Burning logs

As night falls
On the fields around
The gentleness of the
Guitar is the only sound.

Bruises that weren't there before.
You fell? Ok, sure?
They beat you up again
don't deny it's always the same.
There is no end to their game;
they beat you up, beat you up and
beat you up again.
Bruises that weren't there before.
If you don't admit it, I can't help you anymore.

Black is the absence of light
Not the absence of human rights.

I sleep in the morning
and wakeup at night.
There seems to be nothing wrong
but something's not quite right.

'Cause the sun's not out
when I'm awake
and it's presence
is not for me to take.

The darkness takes
the light away
but I've never met the light
because my night is my day.

Sexuality is like colours
There is something between
Black and white
It's grey

We dream up the impossible
But it's not impossible if it already happened in our dreams.

Sleep isn't happening
Not tonight at least
I tried my hardest
But but my eyelids don't fall.

Bring me the horizon
Playing in the background
But I'm not listening
And my eyelids won't close at all.

Instagram I'm still getting likes
I don't know how I drew a tree
Because it's all I can draw
And I wanted too

So I'm not going to sleep tonight
It's just not happening
I want to sleep 'cause I'm bored
And don't have anything to do
But I can't

Let people believe
And let people not.
If they don't believe the same,
Don't let them be shot.

Be proud to believe,
Believe in Gods name.
Don't **** though
It's not a game.

Or is it a game?
God said 'do not ****'
So when that person you shot, drops
You went against Gods will!

Defying the Lord (Under what name you want)
Give them a gun
But they take the shot.
Gods game they will not have won.

People are beautiful once you look past their skin
Because outward apperance means nothing
You never know how much hope they could bring
If you separate yourself before you begin

You trust me
I trust you
Ask me out
And I'll punch you

We can talk for hours
about what we are not
our future plans
and how we messed up
I don't judge
You don't either
I haven't told you yet
But I don't feel the need to

I trust you
You trust me
Ask me out
And my fist you'll see

I understand you
And you tell me everything
Knowing that you only tell me
I won't share nothing
You can always talk to me
any time with any problem
I'll try help
But don't promise to solve 'em

I trust you
You trust me
Ask me out
But only a friend I'll be

You're there to talk to
Even though no one wants to
I want to leave too
But i'll stay if you stay too
Know I'm there for you
If you need help, I'll help you

When all our other friends fade away
Don't leave me, don't go away
Know I've got your back always
I'll be there for you always
No matter what anyone says
You got a friend, and I'll stay

Double standards of how men and women should act, dress or be treated.
Miss out everyone inbetween. Making them seem as though they never existed.

so I hate to say goodbye
and say goodbye again
because there is no denying
it could be the end
the final thing you said
to me. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye again.
Repeated until we reach our end.

Words can paint a thousand pictures
Pictures create thousands of words to paint.

I care too much to let you go
But I don't want to hold you close
I don't want my true feelings to be exposed
Because that is when I love you most

Glass room in a school?
Yes it may look cool
But in winter we freze
In summer we overheat
And there's no cool breeze
'cause the windows open in
when did it begin?
In 2012, well Air con. Would be good
But you can't and if you could
You would
N't.

Good days come and we want them to stay
then bad days come and they fly away

Words are just words when they are not defined.
Words can be feelings when bring back memories of past time.

Home a place I had to find
Home will change over time
Home I will find and find again
Home is something that will always change

You look into my eyes
but yours I've never seen.

You lay by my side
but your touch I never feel.

You are always there
but it feels like a dream.

You are the perfect person
but you're not even real.

Ripped jeans
bruised knees
no one knows where you've been
no one cares enough to ask

White shirt stained red
and ringing inside your head
is this it am I dead?
it sure feels as though I am

Shoes now gone
you walked so long
blood pours from your knees too long
yet you get home and still say nothings wrong.

Branches reach but never touch
they are climbed
but no one ever reaches the top.
they're untouched ground
some small child wishes to reach
not realising that the top branches started at his feet.
someone grew the tree
and were tall enough to reach the top
but the tree didn't stop.
it grew and grew
and grew and grew
so it stands above all heads.
Those top branches have been reached
but no one will know until they find a way to get there aswell.

I thought I believed in a God,
a superior being who decides when we drop.
Then I read His book, His word
and thought it was inconsistent
because how can something so 'perfect' have mistakes.

So I stopped believing
kept my negative outlook because why be positive in the end we're not receiving
I didn't have a goal to reach
and my old views were no longer mine
I wasn't into the'one life' thing and wanted more takes.

Then I was confused
because again I changed my views.
I unsure what to believe anymore.
I wanted an afterlife and I believe in it too
but wouldn't an omnibenevolent God let me choose.

And can't decide whether He's real or made up
because I like to think there's truth in every holy book.
And I'd like to think I get a choice
but I'm mortal and unsure if it's true.
So I'll continue believe either way I win and loose.

Is it possible to feel something so much that you feel nothing?
I'm confused,  really confused.
Or overwhelmed by all this
by the last few days
and what made sense now doesn't
and what doesn't make sence now doesn't
I'm confused,  really confused.
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to say
when people ask what's wrong
because I don't know if it's real.
It doesn't seem real.
it did when I was crying
before it happened
but I didn't see it
so am struggling to believe it
to realise that you're gone.

What Is this?
I didn't even say goodbye
I never wanted you to leave
I never wanted to let go
but you'll live on in memor**y