It's your word against mine
Is it not?
Who shall they believe
The liar with nothing to lose
(Or so they say)
Or honest worker with everything to lose
(Or so they say)
They shall believe I,
The honesty teller
Because I can lie outta my ***
All day!

When your true soul mate is near,
The world becomes more beautiful,
The colours more vibrant,
And it seems that everything will be ok.

When your true soul mate strays afar,
The world becomes more ugly,
The colours more dull,
And it seems that everything will be different.

When your true soul mate has passed away,
The world becomes more depressing,
The colours more black and white,
And it seems that everything will be breaking.

When your true soul mate comes back to keep you company,
The world becomes more manageable,
The colours more tinted and full of life,
And it seems that everything will be alright once more.

Something is missing.
You know why?
Because my heart tells me so.

Something is missing.
You know why?
Because my tears tell me so.

Something is missing.
You know why?
Because my trembling lips tell me so.

Something is missing.
You know why?
Because my wobbling insides tell me so.

Something is missing.
You know why?
Because my upset mind set tells me so.

What if you were to dream,
And everything was perfect,
Would you wake up,
And think,
'What if I were to dream perfectly again?'

It was all so sudden;

That he carried such heavy burdens;

And nobody knew how grave they were;

Until he passed away;

He left them in his will, you see,

For the whole family tree;

A house, his money, and love;

That's what he left for thee.

Not everybody understands;

But then, what does anyone,

Understand,

About

Her father's death?

I miss the girl that I once knew
The girl with hair blonder than dust
And cheeks rounder than apples

I miss the girl that I once knew
The girl with nerves of a wet napkin
And legs clumsier than spaghetti

I miss the girl I once knew
The girl who always did what she was told
And was always afraid to speak

I miss the girl I once knew,
That's all true.
But she grew up.
And I don't miss that little girl so much
Anymore.

My mind suddenly breaks the fourth wall,
Unaware there's an audience,
More understanding of what I did than why,
I wasn't told of spectators upon my life,
Expressed not in the words of many townspeople
Who mill in the streets of my world

Trying to grab words
And force them into something
Worth meaning
Worth making
Instead, getting this.
A not-worth-your-time thing
A sentence built on sentence
Without a reason behind it.

What if...?
What if we could...?
What if we had to change...?
What if the world needed someone to cry on...?
What if society turned to the misfits and the irreplaceable...?
What if these thoughts swirled and swam and didn't doubt the thinker...?
What if, what if, what if...?

Stop.
Tell me.
Everyone is crying.
Please.

A bombs gotta explode someone, sweetie
Otherwise it could be dangerous in the wrong hands
Move away before it burns the skin
And kills your organs
Move further,
You don't want to be hit by shrapnel
Even that's dangerous you know?

I wonder what it's like
To be trusted with a secret so secret
That no one else but me
Has been told?

Though I am, and forever shall be imperfect,
There is someone who takes those 'faulties'
And turns them into quirks.

Though I am, and forever shall be impossible,
There is someone who takes those 'quirks'
And turns them into fun.

Though I am, and forever shall be quiet
There is someone who takes that 'fun'
And turns it into a game.

Though I am, and forever shall be easily pleased
And eagerly smiles,
There is someone out there
Who accepts it all as a *game.

It's just another year
Of crowded corridors
And wishing we were home

It's just another year
Of rushed revising
And wishing we didn't have to

It's just another year
Of stupid stress
And wishing we were younger

It's just another year
Of growing up
And wishing everything was over already

*It's just another year.