He broke my ukulele string
I said oh what a silly thing
He is a silly thing
I don't love him
But I love him
We are practically the same spirit
Only we chose different covers
He left to Chicago for the summer
He's like my own brother
In my head I say how dare he
But in my eyes I said he needs it
Im not use to good company
So he means everything to me
Not like in a lovey dovey way
In a sister needs her brother kinda way
Sitting alone was more than just sitting
Alone when he was right up stairs
He understood me
And I understood him
Will he be the same?
I really hope so

There's pieces of me
Lost just about everywhere
I go
And in everyone
I meet
They might not know it
But I'm there
My room is full of broken glass
From all the times I brought home
Broken hearts that were poured into
My hands like lava
Burning through
But they were only decoys
People only wanted attention
They kept their feelings aside
And now this is where I reside
Because  amongst all these
Broken heart pieces
Lay mine
My decoy hearts all used up
All emotion forced into my single
Real heart
Which imploded
Since the things I felt weren't
Visible enough to make an explosion
They were growing
But just like the stars
They couldn't handle the mass
And  collapsed
And that was that
The end of my hand held heart

Do I really rest in his heart
he speaks the words that I do
But does he just want something out of me
Can I not please him without being physical
Or is that to little
Is he like every other guy
Or is he different
I cry to the stars that he wants me for my heart
But I have learned that not much comes from hope
He doesn’t believe in it either
Or at least thats what he told me
I see love in his eyes
And I feel the pain in mine
Falling down my face
He knows Im scared
And wants to do what ever he can
To rid me of that fear.
But nothing works
His methods make my fears worse
His hands make me feel secure
Until he becomes inpatient
And I cry and he leaves
He wanted to "fix" me
But I think Im to far broken

If my fate is to be disrupted
And myself damaged
Than be my greatness
Destined to be a different kind of
Greatness
If my fate is to be changed
And myself challenged
Than be my success
Another
If my fate is to be a memory
And me to be forgotten
Than be my impact
Unforgettable as a scar

I don't want to be the girl
Who screams
In order to be heard
I don't want to be the girl
People avoid
For fear of her enrangement
I don't want to be the girl
Who shies away from others presence
I don't want to be the friend
Who is never there for me
I don't want to be the girl
Looked down on
Or the girl others praise
Every which ways
I don't want to be known for my participation
But my desire to be free
I wish to be the girl
Strictly determined
Friendly with a smile
So carefree
But that's just the girl
I wish to be

The cold  invites itself to render my hands still and sore
The cold threatens to numb my emotions
  And freeze my stare
The cold colors my lungs so they're blue
And have stopped their main function
The cold isolates my mind from reality
And I
I am in solitude

Will your hand to find my shoulder
When I find myself alone
Will your hand find my shoulder
When I'm lost in a crowd of people
Feeling smaller than small
Will your hand find my shoulder
When I'm laughing with a group of friends
And loneliness grabs my gaze
Will your hand find my shoulder
When sadness grips my heart  
And chokes out the hope
Till it's black and it's hollow
Will your hand find my shoulder
When I cried to you
When I feel there is nothing worth fighting for
Will your hand on my shoulder
When I'm standing in the discus circle
When I'm  in doubt
About my ability to break a record
Will your hand for my shoulder
When I fall from the tree I trusted
I need someone to help me up my knees
Or someone to catch me if I can't catch me
Then to console me
I hope your  hand finds my shoulder