when you asked me what it was about you
i didnt really know how to reply
it took me now to discover
how you always make me feel so high

it was a glance when i saw you
hypnotized by your eyes
the more i see you, the more i want you
but i wont know until i try

all it takes it one step forward
but everytime im near you, i overreact
drooling when i see you
i think im about to have a spasm attack

Help me,
I'm drowning.

Nobody see's me,
I'm invisible.

There was no air to breathe,
there was nobody listening,
I was all alone.

The darkness pull me down,
and the light slowly slipped away.

I didn't take a chance nor I try
because nobody could save me,

except myself.

ive made mistakes
ive accepted what ive done
but dont come & flaunt them in my face
like if you werent human
like if you were flawless
because we all make mistakes
& you are no better than me
but i try to be better
better than yesterday
i try
but you cant even see that
you're all caught up in your lies
you cant even recognize who you are anymore
but you had the audacity to come to me
and tell me whats wrong with me
but you dont even know the beginning of whats wrong with you

I know it’s better off this way
But I can’t help but paint a little house in my head
In a perfect place where it’s just us
And all was as it was meant to be
At least how I see it to be
In some kind of dream
Don’t wake me
Maybe if I was different
Or maybe if you’d see things the way I do
Then they would be more than thoughts
More than feelings
It would be real
But what is real?
I am living an honest lie in my head
I’m on my own lonely planet
Like seeing someone from the other side of glass
Always observing
Always wanting to see what it’s like
To feel
As if feeling you would make it real
But I know better than to touch
What hurts me the most

Some would say it was just a house, I saw it differently, it was my childhood. The place I would go and never feel misunderstood.
The place that developed the woman I'm going to be in my adulthood. There was a memory in every single object. From the dusty floors to the master bedroom. The room was where my grandma snored the loudest. The floors were where I stood the proudest. I've collected all my memories, from the accessories I used to play dress up, to the times I ran around the house acting like a grown up. I gathered all the memories and put it in a box, stored them away, hidden under the ground and rocks.

He tells her what she wants to hear
Even though he thinks he doesn't love her
He says these things just to please her ears
But he doesn't dare to actually tell her how he feels
because all he fears is to be the reason of her shedding tears
but to fix this confusion, he just needs the reassurance of her love 'cause he actually loves her more than his heart is capable of loving
She releases all her pain when pleasing him
Thinking that he's only using her for her physical attraction.
Her mind convinces her that she'll never be more than a distraction
A distraction from the burning world around them
but to fix this confusion, she just needs reassurance of his love
'cause she actually loves him more than her heart is capable of loving
Dare tell each other how they feel? and have the chance of becoming more? NEVER. He just receives the pleasure she gives him
"that's easier" they think. easier than speaking your feelings? Yea ... sure.

I'm tired of showing respect
I always show others that I care
now that's all I regret
I got so little, but I still find a way to share

people compliment each other with nice crap
once they turn around, it's a different story
but that's just how the world is, makes me want to snap
it seems like you have to act like that, like its mandatory

you probably thought you could trust your friends
but now some of them are people you hate
you want some relationships to end
but baby, its all up to fate

everything in this world is mad confusing
and you may wonder if people care how you feel
some may find our emotions amusing
but how do you know whos fake and whose real?