I stared at the screen like an addict,
waiting for that flashing light to blink.
The dial tone of my phone's gone static,
waiting for you to pick up it.
I write on the page with all my ink,
and spill it on words hoping that you'd stick
Around.
Stick around like this addiction typical,
I have on every word you type.
Sipping the poison of your lips,
Like these flowing words and lymirics.
I inhaled your breath and puffed away,
Getting high off of every word that you say.
One.
More.
Short.
Breath.
And then freedom...
I didn't even get to taste your lips,
or feel your hands on my hips.
I never got to hear your heart,
or be there for even one single breath.
Instead.
We called,
We videoed,
We laughed,
We smiled...
And I didn't need your touch to know that you,
To know that you were there for me...
But you did.
That was your addiction.
Constantly wanting someone to be there,
next to you.
So you threw away the old,
And tried to find something new.
Stronger than the last,
something to change your path.
A stronger drug,
but you fell back into my texts.
And told me about your lipstick covered drugs,
The ones you said you didn't compare to me.
When you were the only addiction I had,
That I never even had...

The first one was my galaxy,
Cause his sister's name was Star.
He told me that he loved me,
The way he left is going to scar.
The second caused me pain,
For he left me in the pouring rain.
He told me that he loved me,
But needed to leave me...
Now the though of being Eriks Ariel,
Is never going to let me be.
Cause I set him free,
Knowing I loved him,
more than I could see.
I've feel like I've been hexed
By the wicked witch under the sea

You stand and wear your crown,
Up high.
You're always looking down,
From your castle in the sky.
You are on cloud nine,
Stuck in your little fantasy.
You are doing just fine.

Followed around by your heels,
By each one of your loyal servants.
Each hair flip reels,
One more person subservient.
You put others down,
"Sure your life's so hard."
To scared to take of the crown,
And let down your guard.

There's a queen behind,
Every princess.
There voice tyrant,
But that doesn't make anyone less.
Being above you can push,
Them all down, shove and shove.
But you are going to fall,
Like the rest of us.

This is not something I choose,
I need help with midnight blues
I need help to keep on my smile,
Knowing this might take a little awhile
But that is not new news

I keep to myself
But i keep falling and falling and falling in deeper
Bunch over myself
I can't control tears from falling and and falling and falling down further
Soon I will have cried myself,
A river...

Sooner or later I'll have myself a river
Blue, lovely and pretty
Lately all those boys are flowing
down on a boat,
Guided by someone else's hands
Caring to much when I shouldn't
But when I don't it hurts

Never again...
Will I let anyone in.
Never again...
Will I begin
To bring myself closer,
To being happier.
I will never move on,
For I've been done.
I will not wait,
No not in this state.
Nor even if someone
Was to find me,
And I start to be.
Never again...
Will I be sad
Or be mad.
Never again...
Will I let anyone in.
Cause when I've been
Broken,
There is no use for
Hoping.
Never again...
Will I make the same mistake.
And let someone in,
For my heart to break.

We use filters to cover up our faces,
I use them to cover up my tears.
After a long night of crying and trying,
Trying to battle again all of my fears.
My insecurities and anxiety,
The feeling that I will never be enough.
No one cares in this society,
About how you're life is really going.
You put on your smile again,
The only filter that you see showing.
When we aren't glued to our phones,
Trying to get attention from another.
When we aren't constantly up at night,
And our heads in pillows trying to smother
Our lives and the cries of help.
Trying to silence ourselves,
Hiding the blades on the top shelves
Cause we know that's were we can reach them.
I wish I was like that...
The one with the filter,
That covered her face for photos
For the next camera shutter.
The one with a filter,
On her mouth so I wouldn't talk out of line.
The one that can smile,
And not have to pretend that she's fine.
Not sure if it will get better,
Oh, I hope I didn't upset her.