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Over thought the choice
What could I have been thinking?
Ruined every star in my sky
The monster is real

Darkness is my armour
I'm holding on for dear life
Graffiti-stained skin
My true colors run dry

The note I meant to leave behind
Urgent scrawl, frantic words
Help I've gone blind
The future isn't meant for those who die

tick tock tick tock tick tock

Clock ticks my heartbeat
Nothing but a mechanical mess
You can't fix a dead battery
Save the seconds meant to be spent

Happy endings are nothing but loose
Interpretation in the eyes of the holder
Peace held close to my chest
I'm just holding on for tonight
It's funny how much power twenty-six letters hold
When you sit alone at night
And can't help but stare blankly into darkness
Remembering all those times you were
torn up
  chewed up
    spit out
      stepped on
        shattered into millions of pieces
Not knowing why, and wondering how the hell you ever made it


Curling into a ball and hugging yourself tighter than ever
With the quiet, shallow breathing you've perfected so as to not wake a soul
And tears escaping your eyes and cracking your insides as if you were nothing but raw
Shaking as if the room was cold beyond compare
Fighting inner demons as they try to escape through every pore of your body
As if they were trying to take hold of where a warrior once possessed
Spasms of terror paralyze limbs, thoughts taking over
Closing your eyes tight until the time has passed
Falling asleep, recouping for nights to come
Escaping reality is a myth
It's as real as werewolves, vampires, and witches
We can run as far as our limits can take us
But in the end, we end up outside the rabbit hole

To escape reality we must use wings that do not exist
Potions that don't work
Drinks that don't last
Battle that can't be won

I've tried, oh I've done nothing but try
Nothing can put insanity, this insanity, to rest
The magic dulls as the sand runs down the hourglass
And I'm left with nothing but pieces of shattered hope
I lived with you
Many summers ago
But now you're just a distant memory
A ghost of the one I know

A broken record
A smashed up song
In memories where I'll always belong
The tune is quite a melancholy one
Tossing and turning while in bed
Sometimes I see myself stained in red
A new type of imagination seeps through my head
But honestly, I'm on the verge of a true mend
That's all I could think about, the "what if"s
what if you still loved me?
what if you still cared?
what if we were still together?
what if ... what if ... what if ...

After years of these haunting thoughts, I may never know the answer
But strangely enough, the what ifs turned into thank Gods
thank God you stopped loving me
thank God you stopped caring
thank God we're still not together

Because a flower can never grow in the suffocation of weeds
A flower must survive the storm before she can see her true beauty
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