They're very happy people, always smiling and laughing. They make everyone smile, or try to.
Nobody would even know..

They're wearing a mask, it's all fake. They're screaming on the inside, they always cry.
But nobody knows.

The happy them isn't real, it's fake. They watch their fake side from a distance.
They are so detached from life. Nobody can see the real them.
Cause nobody knows.

They don't even look, they don't try to notice the real us. They really believe we're happy.
But they don't even know.

We can't tell anyone, they wouldn't care. They would just say it *****. They would say they're sorry to hear that.
But they don't know.

They don't know how bad it hurts. We reach out from our real selfs and try. But we can't connect, to anyone. They can't see past the mask that we cannot take off.
Cause we told people.

We told someone the truth. Some people know.


But they don't care.

Rain, rain, go away,
I wanted to go outside today.
There's a puddle in my driveway,
I want to jump, in but have to stay.

They call it raining cats and dogs,
But the only animal I hear are frogs.
Thunder roaring through the air,
And all I can do is sit and stare.

The rain ting tings on a tin roof,
All I needed was that proof.
I love the rain, don't get me wrong,
But my heart from it's long gone.

Everything is beautiful and shiny,
But the kid in me is so whiney.
So please, rain, go away,
Let me go outside today.

Your love was like a fly trap, I was the moronic fly.
I knew better than to fall victim, for I knew that I would cry.

I flew around a bit, thinking I might give it a try.
I guess I did fall victim, so for me, this is good bye.

You say, "It's over," like the end of a game.
Heart's breaking, more, but it still looks the same.
I kept going, back to that continuous game.
Not knowing how many hearts that you've chained.
You're locked up, and you can't get away.
It's like a nightmare, that you can never awake from.
You try, so hard, but you can never escape.

I never cared for blue eyes.
a simple, dull tone of boring pens  
and pale skys and puddles.                    
a common colour among a million eyes.

until yours.       
then pools of shining ink spreading across plain pages,
filling chapters of my life.
a bright summer horizon expanding before me,
everywhere eyes can see.            
an huge, infinite ocean of sparkling blue,                      
blue thats fills my eyes and mind and lungs,              
voluntarily drowning in your colour.

I heard this story once, that when an artist dies-
They get to paint the sunset, as a way to say goodbye.
They usually go for colors of orange, though i'm not sure why-
For when they do that it seems, like they didn't even try.

Every now and then, they paint a lilac sky-
Pinks and purples dance about, creating a visual lullaby.
I'll want to watch forever, I'll wish that I could fly-
For if I could i'd touch the clouds, and be so satisfied.

When I was born I had two brothers,
I was the youngest of three.
But soon my mom "adopted" others,
And thus extends the tree.

My brother's friends all all her mom,
And so do mine as well.
They all say that shes the bomb,
And that she's sweet as caramel.

I now have five brothers, and three sisters,
Though only two are real.
Even if they're from other misters,
It couldn't be more ideal.