Look up,
What do you see?
Clouds?
Dust?
Blue?
Grey?
All the colours that blend throughout your day,
One cloud?
Two clouds?
Three clouds...maybe more,
Nuvole Bianche.
How can you be soo sure?

Keep it alive,
Keep it tonight,
For it is our time,
To shine bright.

Being antisocial isn't a bad thing.
It means you don't let idiots steal your time.

Good side huh?
Funny isn't it?
All you do is be good,
Because that's what everyone wants you to do.
But you don't be good to yourself,
Instead your hurt yourself.
You see,
That's what they don't realise,
That you're just a boy,
Not a toy.
That can be used and thrown away,
To endure the pain another day.

Adults ****,
Then you are one,
How fun.

Because when your young,
Your soo high strung.
And all you want to do is get drunk,
And act like a punk.

But then you don't realise that there other people,
Just like you and me,
Who want to feel...
Included.

But we're soo deluded.

Really,
Thats not the case.
Growing up isn't a race,
And there is no need for a chase,
And all you have to do is love your face.

**Because in society you aren't considered,
"ace".

When the daylight fades,
I'll follow you.
And even when the time comes near,
I'll try for you.
Because your all that I want,
And all that I need.
So I'll go,
Wherever you go.

Eh.
That's what he always felt.
Huh.
That's what he would question.
Ugh.
Showed his frustration.
Whilst he sits here with me trying to make a conversation.

In darkness.
He was my light.
I was never enough because I was less,
To him I was never right.
But the worst was at night.

I would cry myself to sleep,
As he never cared about me.
Every tear matched the rhythm of my terrible weep.
You see,

Its called love,
Well at first that's what I felt,
At first its was just a shove,
But then he took out his belt.

Then it was a blur.
I don't remember anymore.
All I can smell is liqueur,
Whilst I lay here,
Sick to my core.

When I dream,
It's your hands around my neck,
Your fist at my throat.
As you leave a tiny peck,
I let out a silenced note.

A roar,
That's what it was.
A cry,
That's what it was.
It was these times
Where the demons redeemed their dimes.
Oh.
Those innocent dimes.
Each unique in their own way.
But it was their life that was taken away.
**To pay.
A price,
They never needed to pay.

Every faded memory,
Every little worry,
Was no present in ***** of fury.
Every imperfection,
Every temptation,
Made her feel different.
Too different.
All she wanted was to fit in.
But that wasn't her,
She was unique on the outside,
And within.

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.