My baby has taken a leave from me
My baby does not love me anymore
It's a worry the little notes on walls
It's the paperless kisses in the holes

My baby is just a long lost friend
My baby came to stormy realisations
It's a worry the trendy dreams jotted
It's the plain poetic dellusional tunes

My baby has a frown of grown horns
My baby vacated the walls of destiny
It's a lightening strike of the emotions
It's a collapse of the clouds we laid

My baby let this kiss lead to destiny
My baby let abundance ambulate
It's not what I really wanted to hear
It's decedent of the decanted time

there isn’t a song out there
to describe how i feel,
because i don’t know
if I’m feeling
or breaking
or both.

my insanity falls
my innocence falters,
my grades drop
my days fade,
into grays i never knew were possible,
this high was a new low,

and my smile has holes,
my eyes don’t shine,
you could say I’m on the borderline
of who I am,
and if the sun don’t rise,
its because my life,
didn’t wanna try,

and my soul fades into run on sentences,
and drips it life through paint,
my pen breaks then paper ,
as my heart breaks inside,
i feel worthless and useless and dont want to try to survive.

my nights fade to mornings ,
my mornings fade to day,
insomnia always wants to play,

and everytime someone says hey,
i struggle,
rack my brain for something to say,
so i don’t stand,
my head there,
but my mind astray,

and when i come down to earth,
from my tantalizing ride,
though my thoughts
ponder into the dark side,
i say I’m ok and i really try,
hiding who i am,
its me I’m trying to find

I want to help others,
but first I need to learn,
how to stop myself from breaking,
at the slightest twist and turn,
I need to control the emotion,
that turns my smile,
into pain and steals the light,
that once gave me sight,
I’m blinded by the cuts that cover my waist,
hidden by clothes,
that hide my insecurities,
make sure none of my hurt shows,
so I can protect the people I love most,
from catching on,
to my broken soul

Show me a field that is filled with golden flowers
hours upon hours the smell of the grass elevates the scents
that seems to send passerbys into an overdrive of envy.
Lend me your hand so that my coarse skin is softened by yours,
the door to my heart is forever open awaiting your entrance
and the defences are fending off other fiends so don't worry about guard
because as hard as it is to trust, I've let my guards down a long time ago.
Show me that you can be the green to my gold
let us grow old but never grow up as we play like kids
let the bliss fill both our hearts as we unite together against the world.
Girl, will you find it in yourself to love me? ...as much as I love you?