Love so pure,
is the simplest cure,
to healing life long hate,
so oh why wait,
or take the bait,
of a life long snatching lure.

They say that when a heart breaks,
A loving word is all it takes,
To heal a wound time only scabbed,
To bind together a heart that's stabbed.

Could it be?
No. It couldn't.
But maybe?
No. Probably not.
You pick me up,
And swing me around.
But no. It isn't real.
It's all in my head.
It's all in my head!!
But, what if it isn't?
No. It is. I'm seeing things.
Am I? Is there something?
Something in his eyes,
Something I can't see?
No. Don't get your hopes up.
Stupid girl, he's not into you.
But could he be?
No. Of course not.
Have you seen yourself?
Take a look in the mirror.
There nothing for him here,
Take a step back into the real world,
And forget these fantasies.
Break your own heart, get over it.
He can't see you. Get used to being alone.
But, they say he likes m-
NO. STOP IT. IT'S NOT REAL.

I am sick of being a casualty of this money war.

I lost my heart, and I continue to live.
I lost faith in love, and I continue to give.
I feel no pain, still I continue to cry.
I believe in truth, so why do I lie?
I say I'm happy, but I'm unbearably sad.
I said I forgave you, but truth is I'm mad.
I'm trying to forget, to move on.
But each step that I take, your still gone.
I told you it's over, but we both know it's not.
You still have my heart, and that's all that I got.

I have to lie.
Keep it inside.
This is my life,
I refuse to die.

The pain I feel,
It isn't real.
Learn to heal,
Skip a meal.

Hide my demon,
Fight for freedom,
My own Eden,
Refuse to weaken.

Hold it in,
Force a grin.
Raise my chin,
Fight to win.

Resist the screams.
Believe in dreams.
Rip the seam,
My own team.

His girl
The worst feeling in the world,
Is watching him fall in love.
You see his tweets about his girl,
And the weight in your gut gets heavier,
As the dead butterflies sink to the bottom.
You'd think with all the tears you've cried,
You'd have started feeling lighter by now.
You see what he posts about miss perfect,
And you pray to GOD she's really worth it.
And you know that you had your chances,
And you know that you watched them go.
But that was back when you didn't know.
He changed his picture, it's not of you,
And you just know that he's changed too.
You can't do anything without remembering.
You forget and check your twitter again,
And you just see his tweets about his girl.
And it kills you to realize, that you're not,
His girl.