who dares love the crazy
the strange, the weird?
everyone strives to be perfect
yet i dont, for this i am "weird"
and nobody loves me
no one ever has
because they dont dare love
the crazy or the strange even
the weird, but thats all in their
heads, why? because they are
scared to be seen that way,
i dont understand that...
they all say be yourself but
once you do they push you to
the weird category whether you
like it or not, well we all have to label
ourselves somehow, if we dont
others will, its just a matter of time..
and if anyone dares say they love the weird
then i have a question
how come im still sitting here?
alone and unloved by everyone
who speaks to me, let alone sees me?
i know its just a claim and no one
will ever be able to love the strange

I left a seat for you
on my table for two
my heart is waiting
my mind is hating...

your tea is getting cold
and im getting old
will you ever come for me?
how long do i have to plea

i look out the window through the bars
then i see you from afar
i didnt know you were having fun
i guess in your mind im the last one

why did you leave me here
drowning in my tears?
you know im stuck in this place
all i wanted was to see your face

smiling at me, sitting together
even if it wont be forever
your smile is all i really need
but i want that smile to be for me

I see them touching you
i pretend not to care
but im wishing i could too
this really isnt any fair

they look so happy to be so close
but my anger is getting out of hand
im starting to see them all as foes
even the ones who are my friends

my jealousy is driving me crazy
i cant hold back anymore
no one is around but its getting so noisy
and my heart is starting to feel sore

Healing the pain of the past

Escaping the hold of your mask

Learning new ways to a brighter future

People who are caring and like to nurture

When im in your arms
everything feels right
my sadness and hurt is all gone
i smile and hold you tight

the way you feel on my cheek
words cannot describe
warm, happy, its the only sweet
without it i cant survive

The word is evil
yet the feeling is sweet.
Revenge is something we all want
no one can disagree,
though i never thought i ever would.
Love, peace, smile, happiness is what i used to think..
i wanted to be the sweetness like in the movies
the princess who are ever so kind,
in the end they get everything they dream of!
...but that's not what life's about now is it,
we all know its about this one, simple word,
Revenge...
Well of course i have met some nice people in my life
not everyone can be considered bad as most,
but some people just drive you insane!
to the point that you just want to...
get revenge of course.
Yes i do believe the action is just as evil as the word but
we all need to have a bit of fun every now and again
and im sure everyone can agree on that.
I mean what better way is to see the sourness,
the betrayal, the hurt! on your enemies face...
or friends, but you know most friends are enemies.
Trust no one! that's what i say
because everyone wants it...
they all want revenge...

Am i the fool
i keep coming to you
like you listen to me
whenever i speak
or when i yell
and cry, i can tell
you dont seem hurt
or bothered by my tears
you dont even care about my fears
so why do i come back to you?
i must be the fool
im too blind to see
your the one hurting me
but i dont want to know
because i love you so
how can you be the one whose bad
but if your not then why am i so sad?
im too afraid to let you go
my confidence in others is so low
please dont turn out to be like them
my love is true, i promise its not pretend!
ive never felt my heart beating so fast
and all you did was walk past