One day the moon will stop.
    Settling it's last motion unto eternal stillnes;
   And the ground will quake, craters will rattle

And we'll lift like lanterns, light as lit matchsticks
  As we rise to the final night sky.
   Joining the ranks of stars forever stillborn.

The oceans will quiver along one last circlet
  In ode to their past life and the lives they lived through,
   And we will look down at our old skin...

         Never feeling ready enough to properly reincarnate;

I want to scream,
what do your words mean?
My soul's been beaten down,
I can't keep going round and round.

So I, lay my head down to rest.
Wait to take my final breath.
In my ears, the music pours
and it rains, down on me.

I, need to see, need to be
the one next to you.
I, need to live, need to set
the world on fire
my desire is not what everyone else wants to believe
Please, please, please, just set me free.

I want to bleed
need to see, the blood dripping down
I need to close my eyes
and never open them to your lies

So I, lay my soul down to rest
get the **** out of my head
I can't go round and round
with you anymore

I, need to see, need to be
the one next to you.
I, need to live, need to set
the world on fire
my desire is not what everyone else wants to believe
Please, please, please just set me free.

I'm waking up, from this nightmare
But it only gets worse
I'm sinking down into the lies
of the world.
Wake me up, to misery

I, need to see, cannot be
the one next to you
I need to die, one more time
let the fire fill my veins
my desire is not what everyone thinks it is
please, please, please just set me free.

In a mysterious new world
she wanders, confused.
Not yet understanding
all the fine print.

She speaks in a foreign tongue
but smiles brightly
as if nothing could ever
take her from the stars.

Sunday never came for me.
Straight from Saturday to Monday.
No church for me, no,
I'm forsaken by God.

The devil's on my shoulder
the days are growing colder.
the nights are getting longer
Yet Sunday never comes.

I pray for a different life
I hate living in constant strife
I don't want the life that has been chosen
But Sunday never comes.

I'm not a believer
I've never been one.
So maybe that's why,
Sunday will never come.

In the world of a girl, me,
there is always a story
waiting between the pages of life.

In every word, in every scene,
I catalog and dissect the meaning
of everyone and everything.
Like some sort of word scientist.

But life isn't always sunshine and rainbows,
sometimes it storms, and there is only grey.
I quite prefer the rain to the rainbow.

But I am not like everyone else,
who gossip about boys and sports
whilst putting on a pound of makeup in the morning.
I am...different.

And in this world, the difference is frowned upon.
So what if I dye my hair odd colors?
So what if I'm a girl with hair short like a boys?
That doesn't make me anything less.
I am more than they could ever imagine.

Just because I sit outside in the rain
or eat my lunch alone, headphones injecting lyrics into my skull
that only I can understand the meaning of
because my brain is my own, not anyone else.

And I don't care that I prefer the company of fake people on screens,
just so I can escape my miserable existence in the real world.
I don't care that I fight every single day just to make it through
and then realize I have to do it all again in the morning.

I don't care. Because I stopped caring a long time ago.
I stopped caring when my own brain decided to rob me
of everything I held dear and turned everyone against me.
I'm just a story in my own head, playing out like a badly written movie.
But that's okay.
Because I wouldn't mind it if I was just a story among millions.
That still means that somewhere,
someone is reading it.