hot tears run down pink cheeks
take a hammer to my head and a nail gun to my heart
make this headache go away
take away my pain
my reflection stares back at me through blurry eyes
confidence gone, it's as if my beauty has drained away
tears and a pink nose
no matter what, more and more tears come
I hate being in this depressed place
home,town and state
How can you ask me to stay with you
of course you'll find a way
and of course I'll find a way to stay
even if all I wish is to put a gun to my head
like 1,2,3 let me end my pain
on the next hour, I'll find a way
my throbbing temples wont let me forget
this everlasting pain
cold as ice
similar to his eyes
so shiny and bright
like a new toy it catches my eyes
chained to the wall
my wrists have heartbeats
his hungry eyes watch me
eager to devour the fear that wont show
as I hear the slice of the knife
followed by screams that chill him not me
why am I the one chained?
piercing screams don't bother me
Life doesn't always hand you lemons
like snowballs they can be thrown at your legs
Down on your knees you'll go,
because lemons are much harder than snowballs you know.
Crippling you for however long,
this harsh act forces you to crawl.
Don't expect a wheelchair, there wont be one for you.
We all crawled at one point or another
a past lesson; a past stepping stone on how to walk
if you can remember,which I doubt you can
crawling was much easier then.
Back then you weren't use to standing on your feet.
But for whatever reason life decided to chunk a lemon your way
knock you down in the middle of the road,
then run off like some silly little girl, all the while laughing of course
Life chose you.
You with your habit of bad luck and terrible morning breath...
Keep your head up when you start crawl, if not you'll miss the ladder.
As one of life's wonderful attempts to keep you down
just keep going, keep moving forward and when you see that ladder...
don't climb it.
Use it to stand back up
then hunt down a brand new lemon squeezer,
cause I can guarantee life 'misplaced' your last one...
on purpose of course.
As the sun sets
only to rise on the opposite side
forming someones light
setting the stage for the stars
I don't need you approval
you've shot me down for the last time
If nothing I show you is right
that doesn't mean its wrong
my work is still wonderful
I am still beautiful
after the scars you've left in my wing
like the sun I'll rise again
facing the arrow of judgment that is your words
no matter how much they sting or burn
I'll forever spread my wings
to rise constantly with the sun.
no response....not even a head tilt
dont fool yourself kid
save your breath
she'll hear the whiskey before she hears you
don't give me that look
and don't even start to ask why
at least she's cook'n dinner
and so far have'n a good time
just let her be
go to your room and play
if you need anything I'm here
close your eyes and open your ears
listen to my words deep inside your mind.
Terrified of my fate
Here I go down this broken road
Step after Step
So far so good
It always starts out that way
Sooner or later they find the real you
Like staring into those dreaded mirrors
Up close may look nice
Far away might look good
Middle ground always seems awkward
The worst of you always seem to show
If it's meant to be it will
Unflattering words to the ear
I don't really enjoy this broken road
Pieces of my heart mixed with the dirt
The things I do for you
Everyone puts their heart on the line
Especially when you see what you want
So here is mine.
a depressed moon
paired with sad stars
they fall like tears
misunderstood icy wind
he's not cold hearted
just can't comfort like the sun
but my lips are blue
my toes freezing cold
because of the wind
I can't even feel my nose
but I love the way he brushes against my arms
sends chills down my spin
and send tears down my eyes
like falling stars