Where do I begin my journey,
is it walking down the road without turning back
or is it driving past the red lights as fast as I can?

Running away never seemed to solve my problems
like a child throwing a temper tantrum in the middle of the store isle.

No longer a teenager
waiting on mom and dad to deal with my anger;
Sitting alone in the corner wondering why the tears
keep rolling down like tidal waves across my face.

The car is on humming that beautiful engine sound
the birds are out and the sun is bright,
but I can't move my body to make that first move.

Am I waiting to make a change or am I stuck in the same routine?
I continuously ask myself as I feel the heat of the sun on my face
not knowing how to change.

I see you look at her
She doesn't have holes where her irises should be
Like me
She smiles I suppose
Where I can only half grin
I bet she's still sober at noon
And wears lipsticks in shades other than liquor
She probly has a wardrobe with more colours than just shades of black
Nothing like me
Her skin has never known the fires of hell, as mine is scarred from the flames
She seems like one of those "sunshine dwellers"
Where too much sun, hurts my eyes
And I prefer the shadows
Yea, I bet
She's

Charmed,
I'm sure....