i don't want to love you the way i do
but you are the only one I've ever had.
Because of you i have faith in humanity again
and if that's true, then why am i so sad?

i know it's hard for you to believe
and it's even harder for me to say,
but i wish you would just miss me the way i miss you
and i want to go to the past and make you stay,
but i can't.

They always say the teenage years are the hardest
and i never thought that they could be true.
but the moment i started believing in tragedy,
was the moment i met you

They say that beauty may come and go
but I have seen death and have no faith to show
that once we die it lasts forever
and that's what makes life so **** clever.
For one day we will all rise again
with a story in our hearts
and a pen in our hand.

She sailed away with her cargo of dreams
to the paradise of her mind.
Some called her creative,
and others crazy.
She claimed it was neither,
She called herself happy.

But she soon sailed on a sea of tears
in the world outside her mind.
She may be strong but her skin is thin
as she floats on a raft made of her own fears.
For the only time she can get away is when she lays in her bed,
with the stars above and the sea evaporating away,
she can finally be happy in the dreams of her head.

Miss Lucy Lou was a ghoul.
She dropped a clue which broke a rule,
she knew, she was dead, she was no fool.

She rose from her grave all stitched and bruised.
Her skin glowed white while her dress shown maroon.
She begged all who passed to look at the clue
from her death which had occurred too soon.

No one came to heed her call
for the clue which was her severed skull.
For Miss Lucy Lou thought someone would care
that she never wanted to pay life's fare.

For He set it up just like a dream
making sure to cut all the loose strings.
For He saw little Miss Lucy Lou
to be nothing more than a project or two.

He wrote her note; pinned it to her dress
and in a tree He hung his mess.
But no one cared that He was still loose,
running around with Miss Lucy Lou's noose.

So listen to little Miss Lucy Lou
who was only trying to give you a clue
She rose from her grave
But you will never know whose life she was trying to save.

Frost falls like a blanket on this winter day.
I wish for the sun to sit beside me,
so the loneliness would go away.
I wait for the ice to melt to water
and this ship to sail free.
But the anchor is rooted deep,
as I sit amidst this dark sea.

If it were up to me the world would melt.
All would drip away, into a pool of clay
And one sculpture would be crafted from all our dismay.

The rude and proud and the sweet and humble
would come together and make this world crumble.

The pieces would form something new,
a part of me
and a part of you.