i'm leaving tomorrow
and i won't be back
but maybe if you remember me
loud enough
i'll be stubborn enough
to hear you..

who am i?
if i look in the mirror
what will i find?
i take the time
to distroy myself
but not enough to look at the scars
my story hides
in the memories

i am the stars that wish to be big as the moon
i am the maxed out heart that pretends to have room
i am the dreamer who can’t sleep no more
i am the build-a-bear that walks on it’s own
i’m the orphan child thats created a home
i am the one who asks herself what am i fighting for
i am
i am

all i am is my memories
the good and the bad
if i try maybe i can be
the dreams i used to have

i stopped lying to myself and saying that you love me
why can't you do the same?
stop playing this game as if we can choose a winner
eat your dinner in the corner of the room and assume it's my fault
your plate caught on fire
admire love from afar
but with anger
get up close and personal
personally i'm over the whole think
i just want you to admit it
for me
admit that you stopped caring the first time you scream
admit you were wounded in the war for your family
and for gods sake
admit you were wrong
daddy

I’ve been staring at this puzzle piece
Its missing a piece
Or two or three,
Its a hand-me-down.
Why did my mother think it could satisfy me?
Passed from child to child,
Charity to Charity
It’s broken and bent
Its missing
Dad you’re missing

they've escaped my body
all the thoughts in my head
they went in with my dinner
and out with my sanity
as if you could get rid of a problem by making one
but maybe i'm the problem
i don't even know what i'm getting rid of
i half want to go up to something who purges in the bathroom and ask
"what's your excuse"
the other half of my thoughts go toward telling someone the truth
a conversation i do not want to have
would you?
it's not like i'm being ***** trained
i can't go up to my mother and say
"Look mommy, i threw up on my own."