I can't help that I'm not graceful
I still can't do a cartwheel
Or maybe I can
I haven't checked in a while

I can't help that I'm not breathtaking
I have never seen my effect on others
I actually never thought about
If he catches his breath when he sees me

I can't help that I get anxious
My feet tap, I start to hyperventilate
But doesn't everyone?
Am I so abnormal?

I can't help being myself
Because if you think about it
Am I really so different
*From everyone else?

An angel at birth
so I assume
innocent at heart
corrupted by truth

today you lay fallen
an angel in the dirt
covered by dust
lost in the earth

traveling on
with a heart full of burden
convinced your of evil
with nowhere to turn

maybe I'm wrong
to think your soul pure
but in you I see an angel
so I will fight for your cure

I've seen what you let me
and of evil your not
your simply an angel
misled for to long

The well hath run dry
So why do I keep on drilling?
Searching for more emotion
To seep forth
I used to look at you and feel the waterfall of feelings
But now I just look
And inside I feel a desert
An unfeeling tundra
Too numb to sense

I used to hate that silence
That unbearable silence you had over me
But now I live in it
I find solace that maybe no news is better than bad news
I use it to my advantage
Maybe you weren't worth my attention
After all

Because at a certain point
You get sick of remembering
You get nauseous of nostalgia
That is when you can truly move on

Reality is flooded
by the fantasies we seek
its all fog in the air
yet we still believe we're free
But I do not believe
that lingering demons deep inside
or the anger and unhappiness
that we opt to hide
shows any type of freedom
or strength inside our souls
we are not strong enough
until we learn to let things go

and his face
is much like
any other
faceless face
but his mind—
oh darling,
but his mind is
*enigmatic