If I have to worry about if I'm replying to you too quickly and seeming over eager or something, the length of my texts being too long or the content of my texts being too weird, or the amount of texts I send you at once being too much because I'm scared I'll freak you out and annoy you by making you feel like I'm talking too much and won't shut up or I'm obsessed with you or something, then we are not really friends.

Take this crumpled heart
It only beats in your hands
Hold it, forever

I sit here
Starring at a peace of paper
A peace of paper without a word

I sit here
Clueless of who I am
Clueless of who I want to be

I sit here
With distant memories
Memories of who we use to be

I sit here
All alone
No one next to me

I sit here
Not longing for my life
My life ending slowly

I sit here
Without the one I love
While my love, loves another

I sit here
My love racing for you
While your loves given up on me

He was hung here
Strung up here at this tree
Rope burns imbedded in its branches
From its past memories
So many went before him
Not for a crime
But from a hate crime
And he just wanted to be free
Walk among the streets
Like a normal human being
But instead
He was picked on  
Hit on,kick on and spit on
They didn't care
They gathered around
Laughed an cheered as he hung
Pushed his body an watched as he swung
Still kicking
Eyes blood shot from the lack of breathing
And as the rope tore into his neck
His own kind watch from a distance with respect
Watching the rope stretch his neck  
Hung six feet off the ground
For you an me
But how much has the world changed from he
What's free
Cause I see nooses tied around an tree for you an me

Living in fear
You are not here
Arms bleeding
Take my life
I don't care

Living in fear
You are not here
Knees to ground
I hate everything
It feels so cold

Living in fear
You are not here
Not going to bother
I'm screaming
Not one can hear

Living in fear
You are not hear
Wished I would die
Becoming a zombie
Broken dream are forgotten

Living in fear
You are not hear
Not moving on
I don't need to be hear
Life is regretful

There's two of us
There's two

Ones Evil
Ones Good

Who we truly are
Depends on the side we choose