I am yours, as you are mine,
Guide me gently, love me do.
State your wish, and I'll comply,
I would fetch the moon for you.

When I look into your eyes,
Every wound I have is soothed,
And my soul is purified.
Every inch of me is true.

We've no sins left to deny,
Everything we have been through.
Every scar our joy and pride,
Hands caressing black and blue.

Give me shelter by your side,
Pull me closer, just us two,
Heart to heart, together, tied,
Weaving ourselves something new.

To escape.
To start anew.
To break and mend
My point of view.

To repent.
To leave behind.
To choose, regret,
And change my mind.

To forget.
To let it go.
No ifs, no buts,
Nor maybe sos.

And to grow.
To rise above.
To reflect, and change,
And leave, resolved.

And when at last
I'll say I love you so,
I'll never get another chance to grow -
For we reap what we sow.

You'll Take my hand
And lead me far away from here.
I won't understand,
But you're the footsteps that I never hear -
You just disappear.

And the road that we'll walk
Will be lasting for miles,
And your mask will fall off,
Showing me your disguise,
Yet the earth will keep turning,
The fire still burning inside of me -
Until I will not contain it.

I'm sick of the lies.
I'll burn your disguise.
Thrive in your demise.

Two roads,
Both of suffering,
A travel of torment,
An alcoholic buffering,
A mental health descent.

Two roads,
Both amnesiac,
Disasters once foretold,
A twisted aphrodisiac,
A trauma to remold.

Two roads,
And no yellow wood,
The lines are blurred and gray,
And no choice is ever good,
With the forces at play.

Two roads,
And a traveler,
With sanity at stake,
The wrong choice could unravel her,
A choice she's yet to make.

I'm tired of wishful thinking
I'm scared of being close,
And as the world goes by,
I fall asleep and no one knows.

My mind all pins and prickles,
My stomach all in knots,
The marks you left aren't healing,
And you will not leave my thoughts.

There's holes in all my pockets,
And there's hair chopped in the sink,
I'll draw another cigarette,
And down another drink.

I'm tired of being outcast
By everyone I love,
But everyone abandons ship
When push comes to shove.

So I remain, unmoving,
A blanket on my head,
I'll hold my breath and close my eyes,
And wish that I were dead.

With every word you tell me,
My heart burns to a char,
Mistakes were made, And I'm afraid
It's gonna leave a scar.

The streak remains unbroken,
When all is said and done.
Don't tell me that you want me
If tomorrow you'll be gone.

I'm woken up by silence,
I eat, but never much.
My soul is dimming slowly
And my skin yearns for your touch.

And here, I sense a pattern
Of self destructive cues,
How is it that I end up here
No matter what I choose?

Yes, here, I sense a pattern
Now that you're gone from my view,
I can only fall asleep
If I can dream of you.

Oh, to be loved.
What a wish, what a craving.
Freeing, at times,
Yet, oddly, enslaving.

Tied to the wall
By a chain of events
And everyone wants
To give their two cents,

And little old me,
Is curled up in the corner.
I know I belong,
But I feel like a foreigner,

And all that I want
Is your safe, warm embrace,
And all that I get
Is a slap to the face.

This place -
Once a haven, a field where I roamed,
Has lost its spark,
It doesn't feel like a home.

There's cards on the table,
The gamblers place bets,
They set up the scene
As they spit empty threats.

And we run, run away,
As forth move the reapers,
Tired of being pursued,
Tired of being peacekeepers.

But finally,
Just down the street, 'round the bend,
We'll find a place where
Our wounds can all mend.

And you'll lie by my side,
Lips to lips, misbehaving.
Oh, to be loved,
What a wish, What a craving.

When the frost
Started biting my nose,
And the ground
Was finally covered in leaves,
You came.

And for once,
Someone lifted me up -
Not from hell to earth,
But from earth to heaven.

And for once,
No one saved me,
For I didn't need to be saved,
Nor to owe anyone for it.

And for once,
The clouds bloomed,
And I let the rain fall,
And it washed away,
All that went before.

And for once,
The world was kind enough.