i'm bold
i move fast
i'm hard to track
my hearts cold
basically ice
my soul
sold
my face?
cracked and shaded
a smile
a mask
and i hope that one day at last
that i'll simmer
slow down
hang out
love properly
be free
and the glue that hold this monstrosity to my face
forcing me to be fake
will fade
now that would be the day
i am
would be
me

its nice to dream

i am feeling my emotions
in my head their all yelling
causing a commotion
"your not good enough" they shout
"your selfish and greedy"
but don't feel sorry for yourself
you don't want to seem needy

how is it that i can help others
but i cant help myself?
you all come to me with your problems
expecting me to solve 'em

I can't solve mine
maybe its because of the mask i hide behind
but you know what world
I gotta thank you
for all this anger I carry inside

i know that its probably inevtible
for me to carry plan: s
but i want to give it one last shot

and thats what i keep telling myself
just one last shot
and maybe it'll get better

but its not, because of all you selfish *******
i give everything i have to you
i gave myself up to the world
i have torn myself apart
to entertain
please
and just give to you

but your all selfish
you don't give me a break
you always want more
and i guess thats partly my fault

instead of giving you all somethig to wish on in times of need
i gave you a machine
that you've slowly turned to grief

and I know
oh I know

theres nothing i can do

all i'm doing is venting to you

I’m a girl in world
thats  filled with sorrow
so I cry and say everyday
"i'll cry again tomorrow"

this world is a nightmare
and drained of hope
so I wake up everyday and say
"really? nope"

its sad to think
that my life is a lie
and that sometimes the only solution
is to cry

but I wake up every morning
and get up, trying not wine
but a voice says
don't cry, its fine

I always say "ok" as a reply
I always want to scream at the voice
because of course it doesn't get it
because unlike me its had a choice

this voice is a thing I can't really explain
because this voice never wines
in this dark world
it shines

even though I hate the voice
when its seems the world is as dark as night
I try not to cry
with all my might

and the voice was smart
because the last thing I expected to go higher
is the shell of the world
that got brighter

maybe the world
isn't as bad as it seems
because when I choose to be happy
people don't seem as mean

I feel sad
for all of us
caught in someones spell
or more accurately  
their curse
we seem to surrounded ourselves with
that person
their are we long for
until
until it hurts
oh the pains unbearable
we took to many doses
took one to many sips
and never thought that kiss
would be the last time we kissed
we seem to have forgotten
too much of a good thing
is a bad thing

Am I really this tired
Or am I uninspired?
Will I try harder?
Work myself into a haze
Just for you to criticize how I spend my days
I want my hands to be rough
Proof of my work
I want my hands to be soft
A woman's touch
But is that to much
I want to dance
But in this world you only get one chance
To be perfect
I'm tired of perfect
Stand up straight, perfect stance
I am not a faucet
Water perfect and straight
I am a river, loud and rough
And I think it's time i focus on my stuff
Because for me
Perfect will never be enough

whats the point of falling
if at the bottom theres no balloons
or pillow to soften then blow

you hurt me

whats the point in falling
if you only end up
hitting the hard concrete floor

spill blood

whats the point of falling
of taking a risk
if you know for a fact
that when you fall
in your finally moments before hitting the ground
no one will catch you

whats the point of loving you?

whats the point of love
to give yourself to someone?
in hopes to have them back?
to give them everything?

tell me, you people getting paid to do this?

Roses are beautiful
They are so perfect
so perfect its been crowned
A symbol of love

But what happens when roses wilt
What happens when they drown
And there petals fall
Slowly to the ground

Many Roses have wilted
But many still remain
But for how long?
When will all the roses wilt

When will the tears
Flood the garden
When will everyone realize that roses
The symbol of love

Have thorns
That can cut deep
Roses are dangerous
and many who don't see there beauty

Watch them wilt

i don't know how to explain it exactly
i'm not fond of the sorrow in your words
but fond of the words you put the sorrow into.

she said she could break so easily
that she was sensitive
like a glass statue
but you got to remember
broken glass cuts
do you want to risk it?

You wonder why I'm mad
Maybe because you never cared
When I was sad

Or maybe it was the time you stabbed me in the back

What are you , some type of hack?
I don't think so
And I want you to prove me wrong

Because when I'm in palace
On a throne
And you have no one to call your own

I want you to remember why Im mad
Because you took away my happiness
Which was all I had!

You made me sink lower and lower
And now I'm left to think
Who's to blame
Because of your sick twisted game!

But when I reach Fame and riches
I'll look you in the eyes and say
"******* *******"

I know its wrong
I don't want to do it
break the end of a pencil
nice and sharp
looks like i'm back at the end
where to start?

i don't pop pills because its fun
i do it because i wanna feel numb
theres a huge difference world

you eat while i'm deprived
i'm numb while you thrive

i'm dead while your alive

Come to the conclusion
This illusion
Was just delusions
Stop dressing these mannequins in your head
Forget the dark path they led
You
And make it the last time you cry
You cry?
From the sickening lie
You want to let them die
But darling,
Darling!
Memories were never alive

your thoughts run into me
like a river
i'm unsure of what stories they hold
i cant even stop to process them
they just hit me over and over again
each hit more hard and bold
each hit leaving me feeling more cold
like the life's draining out of me
god i love your words

i've never loved dying this much