A pretty girl, you think thats all, but if you look, shes about to fall. She gave up, she has no hope, she walks around trying to cope. All the cuts, the swollen eyes, she always has to try and hide. She fears they will soon come and find, every weakness behind her eyes.

All I had was a pen and memories. I Found something sharp, so I made red ink. My skin was my canvas, you were my muse, Using my colours, purple and red hues. I created a dream, hidden from reality, for us together, is never to be.

Living helpless, I lost my way. An endless pit, a hollow day. I saw a light, shining bright, to guide me back into your sight. I was broken, you fixed my soul, you began to make me feel whole. You took my pieces, scattered far, now whats left is just a scar. You found me, lost and alone, but you took me in, and gave me a home.

A feeling strange, dark and true. I follow its path, it leads to you. Tender days when we were together, now blown in the wind,  light as a feather. I sit here at last, at our special place, my fear has been realized, I've been replaced.

The way I loved you was like the way someone sleeps. I fell in love with you slowly, then all at once. Then I was dreaming, I was living the dream. Perfect boyfriend, happy relationship, no problem in sights. But then it became a nightmare. You got lost and I could never seem to find you, but I always knew, or hoped, you were there. and then, I woke up. and I realized none of it was real. Just a figment of my imagination, everything was a lie. Just something I wanted to be true. The way I feel now is the moments after you get over the terrified feeling and the realization of the fact it never happened, the part were your still a little tired. Still a little in love. But you know you cant go back to sleep, so you lay awake, not sure of what to do.