please come and take everything on my mind away
come and distract me from the deepest parts of myself
come and let's drink up together until we forget all the doubt

stay all night and talk me down from this ledge I've been on most of my life
stay and help me wash away the person I used to be, keep me from becoming her again
please stay and show me that I am worth a ****

give me a reason why I should forgive everybody who has hurt me
give me the home I've always wanted, preferably in your arms,
give me a place to run when my anxiety gets the best of me

just please be somebody I can count on

i'm starting to do this strange this where i completely block out everything around me
out of nowhere my mind will drift off to god knows where
only a minute or maybe an hour

I don't know how but it's as if my mind is tired of hearing all the ******* around me
everyday I see more and more people losing sight of what is important
nowadays it's money over family and love over dreams
how do people ******* live like this?

it's no wonder more and more people each day are choosing to end their lives
girls think it's normal to cut their skin or have your first cigarette at age seven
since when is it super rad to be a complete air head

more and more families are ****** up and broken
girls getting abused and thinking that's it's okay because at least somebody wants them
mothers kissing more bottles than cheeks late at night

who would want to stay?

She was 12 years old
She was really bold
and she never did what she was told
one day she was walking down the street when someone came up to her
now she wasn't alarmed
of course because she was strong
but she wasn't strong enough to stop the man when he grabbed her arm
She screamed and kicked and cried for her mom
but that screaming didn't last very long
because she was thrown in to the trunk
she hit the bottom with a thunk
and that little girl
with curly hair
was never seen again
then right down the road
right at the end
a 3 year old girl walked up to the man
and asked where are you taking my friend?

his stare was cold
   the stench of his favorite whiskey stained the collar of his shirt
   how could a man allow himself to be so sick, what a sick *******
   inching in as if I was merely just a voiceless body with no life left in her
   placing his hands upon the covers stripping me of any childhood I had left
   eight years old and afraid of my own home wasn't how it was meant to be
   he would later be the cause for her self destruction

We've become cliché,
And not just one,
But a multitude.
The forbidden romance.
The older man.
The late night phone calls.
The cigarettes after ***.
The hopeless romantics.
The songs we sing to each other.
The late night drives to nowhere.
The fling that never ends.
We've become cliché.
And I couldn't be happier.

Welcome to Wonderland,
A place to feed your head.
Welcome to Wonderland,
Where you can only go in bed.
Welcome to Wonderland,
Where creativity abounds.
Welcome to Wonderland,
A place where your feet won't touch the ground.
Welcome to Wonderland,
A place to free your mind.
Welcome to Wonderland,
Where when you search, you find.
Welcome to Wonderland,
A place to feed your head.
Welcome to Wonderland,
Where you can only go when you're dead.