This house is filled with faces
Ones that I cannot stand
They rule the roost in places
Under beds holding hands

Like children with scissors tall
Running in hopes
That the blades will fall
Around necks like ropes

This house is filled with faces
I feel compressed, congested
My ears are filled with your disgust
My heart rusted without your love
But I hope one day when you're gone
They won't find what you did to me

No clues, no traces

His lips on my lips,
And his hands on my hips,
I'd say it was wrong,
But it feels like it fits,
Like it's right,
It feels nice,
And I enjoy him so much.
And he'd be great as my friend,
But he's so perfect to touch.
And I want him,
I crave him,
I think he is fine.
I would tell him so,
But he's not even mine.

The days roll by
Time goes almost too slowly
I can't get you out of my head

I'm mad at you
But I miss you

I don't wanna talk to you
But I need you

I wanna push you away
But I want you to hold me

I wish I could forget you
But at the same time I want you in my  life forever

I love you
But I don't want to

I woke up this morning

And realized I'm in love

And I cried and cried


There's no turning back now.