I won't forget about last time,
I tried to tell my pain,
I know I have lots in my mind,
And I might carry it all with me,
But here and now, I promise,
I'd rather die drowning,
Than scream for a saviour.

Suppose,
You woke up one morning,
And I popped up on your screens,
I wonder what will flash in ur mind,
And I wonder if you'll be on breakfast or supper,
I wonder if you'll have a pic of me to show,
And I wouldn't want to know when and if you'll splash it on your pages,
But whatever,
Don't curse yourself,
Don't remember how I cried,
And don't bother to buy a bouquet for my grave,
I'm sure they'll burry me, a day after,
And you won't have time to peep through my coffin glass,
You won't know how I slept,
Whether cursing or appreciating,
You won't also know the last dues I made to Allah,
But whatever,
I pray it doesn't haunt you at night.

Dear lover,
I know this is trash,
Just like the notes I've written and you tore,
Just like the letters I send and you trample,
Like the texts I leave and you chuckle,
Baby I know, I wasn't the best lover,
I thought grass was greener,
But did I leave?No, not a step away,
And when you were miles away,
I always chose to hang on a little longer,
Unawares I was signaled to go,
But painfully longing to abide,
And when I tried to shun the turn,
You said I was strong and I could take it.

Baby you don't know how much I curse,
Baby you don't know how much I soak in the dark,
Baby you don't know how broken my pieces are,
Baby you don't know what I've had to go through,
Baby, how you'd hurt me but I'd forgive you every second,
But Baby, you wouldn't want to forgive me too,
And baby I know, you wouldn't want to listen, if I called to say.

Baby I know I'm not Mona Lisa with the prettiest smile,
Baby I know, I'm not the Pope with the cleanest hands,
Baby I know, I don't have the Nightcore eyes and voice,
Baby I know, you'd cast me aside and choose me last,
But baby, can I be your baby if I grow a little more prettier?
But baby could you forgive me, if I had more chubbier cheeks?
And Baby, how if I had a Cinderella body?
But baby, now I know, you'll trash me like forever,
Baby I know, you might tear this like my heart,
Baby I know, the blood and tears sticked together in this page...
Baby I heard, they're conspiring to carry me far and so away,
Baby I know, you'll find this after I'm gone and all lost,
But Baby I know, you might find some letters faded like I,
And baby you might wanna trash it again.

Hello,
It's Friday,
I walk into my room,
I'm on my snack,
And snuggled,
I wonder why she lacks the hype,
The weekend hype in town,
She breaks down,
And I push my snack away,
I wonder why she hates the weekend,
Why she clings to her bear,
And how her pillow knows her harrows,
She holds her mouth,
With her hands agitated,
She doesn't like it, when,
The neighbor next-door,
Walks in to inquire about the gnashing,
I watch her in the mirror,
Horror! And sure I want her out,
I beckon the custodian,
And she says,
It's a single person that uses the gangway,
I'm stunned,
I'm the corpse in my room.

I know we are all stuck up,
In demons we don't understand,
In feelings we didn't create,
In dominions we didn't invite,
In crews, where we are rugs,
In friendships suffice for harm,
In families we didn't choose,
In rivers sweeping us away, and;
In places that are unmentioned,
But,
Someday,
Someday, we will make it,
We will make it out of here.

You remember how we could talk all day,
How we could walk through woods
And splash waters like we were not afraid to drown,
That day when we made ill confessions,
And demons took over,
Demons we could barely comprehend,
We failed to stick to the rules of the game,
There was much more to the stare,
And mixed up looks?well maybe,
That's why we quit throwing pillows,
And now we're slamming doors,
Barking like dogs,
And, wondering if that was fate,
Or our own making,
I wish we didn't have to feel,
We could be holding hands to date.

You had the fields and the parks
The roads and the paths,
The pools and the waters,
You chose the heart,
But why when its irreplaceable,
Why when it lacks a cure,
If you must play,
Play with the toys,
There are a number on the shelves,
FYI they barely bleed,
so if you must play,
Not with emotions,
They might ****.