I would rather stay,
To see your tears slowly drift away.
I would rather believe,
That I was the thief that stole your heart away.
Making you smile, endlessly throughout your day.
I would rather feel,
What we first felt when I took you for our first meal.
Because you're too precious too lose,
A little girl who has a fragile fuse.
A fuse that i repeatedly broken.
I'm sorry.
I used you like a token.

She felt okay,
Thats what she had said.
She said she was  fine,
When really she was dead.
But then she felt every emotion when he was around,
Turning the frown she possessed upside down.
So when she told him "i love you",
To his face,
He couldn't help but resist because to him she was "ace".

There once was a knife,
That almost took a life.
For a deed that she did,
She then hid.

Escaping the world of hate,
She was to follow fate.
But the path wasn't easy,
Certainly not easy peasy.

She saw the eyes of the dead,
With ***** of fury on her head.
Anger was far from what she was feeling,
The baleful wounds that needed healing.

But the wounds were too deep,
Even with every weep.
But it was time though,
For the show.

To face her final fate,
That was unfortunately was filled with hate.
She took one last glance at herself before taking the knife,
But this time it took a life.
her life.

When you feel like there's no tomorrow,
You need to forget about all your sorrow.
You need to see the light,
Throughout your day and night.

For it is you who makes that decision,
But only on one condition.
If you truly want to go,
And feel like the world is a big no-no.

Tell me that you hated all the time we spent together,
That it was all a never.

Tell me.
You see,

You put me in the right,
When there's wasn't even a light.
You said that I need you,
And that you knew.

About the struggles I had to face,
And that I began to think life was race.
A race for who could finish it first,
Without the feeling of being the worst.

But you told me that it wasn't a race,
And that you had to **go at your own pace.

Set her free,
Let her leave.
For it is her day,
To go away.
When the sun shines bright,
And when it becomes midnight.
It her time,
To stand in the limelight.
Okay,
It may seem bad,
But its better than to make her mad.
Its better for her to lead her way,
*So let *her fade away.

An intricate pattern,
Makes something feel soo valued,
Makes it soo unique,
Different.
So look at your reflection,
Your "flaws",
And look at how intricate the pattern is.
How unique it is.
How different it is.
Learn to love the way it is.