I feel as if I'm moving too fast for you,
Perhaps if I could reach the switch to make my brain stop thinking these thoughts of reckless abandon.
I miss you so much, but I'm too fast.
Like a blur in a car, you can't touch me without being hurt
I'm thinking about so much, when I'm around you, it slows
The war in my mind comes to an immediate ceasefire.
I'm sorry The Grey is too fast, dragging me along with it...

If you look into her eyes, down into her soul
You would see a heart struggling to beat.
Scars of a billion different sizes, as numerous as the stars in the night sky.
Don't you see that one wrong move and those old heart scars will burst?
Don't leave her, the remains of something once cherished behind like all the others.
Be careful when you tell her you care, those who've said that have all went away.
They all go away
People never change, she trusts no one, yet somehow opened her heart up one more time, for one last person in her empty soul.
She is tired of these scars, these reminders of those she's lost.
Don't become another one, or there may be nothing left to repair
Don't say you care, for the word has become a dark reminder of the lies it brings.
Shh now. she lays crumpled on the floor, wracked with pain she cannot describe.

I never meant to hurt you.
I never wanted for this chain of pain.
I only wanted to be upset at myself for all of my flaws, and I was angry for the troubled state I was in.
I could never ever hurt you
But I hurt the one I promised never to hurt.
And now, I cannot fix it.
I feel lost already, wandering alone as usual
No place in sight, no destination.
If I could fix me, if only to help you I would a billion times over.
I wish I could take it back
Because I hurt the one person who has always been there for me, a strong tower above my head,
a warm embrace when I wish I was dead.
I never meant to hurt you

I'm scared to lose you,
But I don't want to abuse you...
I'm worried however, whether you have no time,
Or don't want to spend time
I'm attached, I'll admit, I want to spend every chance with you,
If only to feel whole for a moment.
It's wrong I know, and selfish as well, I probably shouldn't dwell.
Considering my past I don't even have the right.
I guess I'll fade with the night.
Prove to me you love me, I'm not asking for time, or objects.
I'm not trying to be controlling, dear Lord, not that...
I'm lost and can't breathe, this is silly I know, but sometimes I wonder...
Lost in the vortex,
Lost to the harsh Texan heat, of so many summers ago,
Lost to the guilt and fear weighing me down,
I guess I'll go, before I say more I'll regret
Say more than just hurt.

Tell me you love me.
I need to hear the truth,
Am I paranoid, or correct?
I don't have time for guilt about this question,
But I need to know before it's too late.
It feels like no one really cares.
Maybe if they did I wouldn't be feeling this way.
Don't tell me I'm just lonely, or depressed, and not to feel this way.
I can't help it, and I'm losing control.
Tell me you love me,
Or let me pretend.
No time, yet plenty of it.
Leave me alone, but I'm scared of being alone.
Don't tell me you love me, unless it's true.
Don't let me think I'm alone when you're around
Don't tell me you want to talk to me and then don't
I get my hopes up to get them crushed.
Maybe I need to go to bed, you say,
Maybe I need to not be alone...
When I tell you goodnight, do you realize how when you tell me to go to bed, I feel like you're trying to brush me off, or don't want me around.
I understand, I don't want to be around either.
Goodnight.

I won't make I through the year.
You should leave and forget about me
When I'm gone maybe it won't hurt as bad...
How can you love me? Why do you?
Why, when The Grey dictates every aspect of my life.
I'm sorry, don't worry about me, this is the last time I'll say it.

Why can't you hear my silent cries for help?
Don't you remember who I used to be?
Someone not afraid of everyone,
Someone who wouldn't question when someone was nice, one who wasn't afraid to have a voice.
Someone who isn't Grey.
Why can't you hear my ragged voice, straining to be heard from my prison of self creation?