Do not hand me a feather And expect me to fly . For feathers feel heavy When I carry so many . And I know I should be stronger Because others carry more . But my body’s grown weak and I will
staring in my eyes relentless in pursuit of understanding the answers to every unfavorable question searching, though he may never see transparency is a fatal weapon for a girl like me
the world weighs heavy on my back so i try to carry it in my palms i take one unbalanced step then fall on both hands and knees searching for answers in the sky, i plea for the strength of a God whom i don’t believe
the simple truth is i just want to be brave the girl who saves the day but maybe i’m just not that heroic
If we compare ourselves, To flowers, that is, I’m suppose I’m more of a rose. Which is quite disappointing, As I’ve always preferred daisies, And you couldn’t love my t h o r n s .
burning your candle at both ends will never lead a blind man through the dark so be weary, sweet girl when you see the fire in his eyes for the flames will fade away and once they do he will be just as lost as you are dead
memories ignite like matches emotions reek of gasoline thoughts soaked in kerosene fill my head then set it aflame crippled by the pain choking on inferno haze leave me here to burn