I'm fresh out of emotions; I'm dying inside
Like something crawled through by pores, through my veins, and it died
I'm weak and I'm withering; I'm dead and I'm cold
I'm falling apart, rusting, growing mold
I'm sick and pathetic and bitter and detached
There's an itch inside of me that can never be scratched
I'm broken and hurting-- Far beyond repair
I'm dying inside
*But I really don't care

My secrets are yours
To have or to keep
To haunt you in the night
Or to sing you to sleep
My secrets are yours
To save or to borrow
To cherish today
To forget about tomorrow
My secrets are yours
To hold onto tight
To sing you to sleep
And haunt you in the night

Would it scare you if I told you I still loved you a lot?
Would you tremble? Would you cower away just at the thought?
Do you miss me? Do you want me even though I'm far away?
Do you fear me like I fear what you would say
If I asked you to your face if you still loved me too?
Do you fear me? Do you still love me? Please say that you do
'Cause I don't know what I'd do if you told me you've moved on
Do you miss me? Do you want me even though I'm far gone?

We make a lot of wishes
On candles and shooting stars
Maybe we're superstitious
Or maybe our lives are just hard

We make a lot of wishes
For we don't like ourselves
We wish to be anyone, anywhere,
anyway, or anything else.

We make a lot of wishes
For we want things to change
Wishing for a difference
But everything stays the same

Some things for which I'm grateful always seem to go unmentioned
And I'd like to tell these things to you that clearly deserve attention
I'd like to thank you for the times that I needed your help
The calls you answered every time in sickness and in health
I know it might seem strange to give my thanks for all the struggles
For all the little things for which I managed to get in trouble.
For some reason you accept me and I find that quite absurd
But I'd like to reciprocate and give you my sincere word
That regardless of what you do, regardless of what you say
I'll be there for you no matter what at the end of every day
I'm grateful for you always and I'm grateful this thanksgiving
I'm grateful for my friends that always make my life worth living.
I'm grateful that God blessed the path that I chose to take
The path that led me to meeting you, just a culmination of my mistakes
The mistakes I made, the struggles I faced, and the stupid things I've done
I've lost so many times but finding you means that I won.
I've lost so many people but I've won so many more
And I'm thankful for every open window and every deadlocked door.

Society fears
Us looking in mirrors
And liking what we see
Posting 'selfies' online
Is a narcissistic crime
Because we're not allowed to be
Proud of how we look
'Cause in society's book
Insecurity plus jealousy equals pay
And when we cry
We're likely to buy
And the world wants us that way

The words, unspoken
Cracked and broken
Hanging in the air
We don't need to say them
But we know they're always there

The stale taste of words unwritten
White teeth clenched and pink lips bitten
Eyes, unblinking, stare
We don't need to write the words
We know they're always there

Tales untold and clauses unformed
Letters and punctuation swarmed
On a page and everywhere
We don't need to hear the words
We know they're always there

The words, unspoken
Cracked an broken
Hanging in the air
We don't need to say the words
But we know they're always there.