love ruins things
it leaves us all destitute
and hungry for something else
greater than ourselves

it all ends
it all breaks
we all give up

what's the point of letting someone
who will eventually leave
see your bare soul?

i don't know i don't know i don't know

i just felt like i didn't belong

it just didn't feel right
and i didn't feel secure

his heart was made of broken eggshells
and i got tired of tiptoeing in his presence

i knew it was bound to break

"it's just love," he said

and that's exactly the reason why i left.

I bit open a lie and it tasted like you.

Who do I cry for anymore?
Myself or lack thereof?

Scream’s stains these walls,
Throwing around words that we don’t mean.
Storming down the stairs
Saying things that give me chills down my spine,
Please don’t do that.
These men in blue come into the house.
Screams of pain are thrown from them
Detaining the animal you have become.

You have to understand. I know it was my fault, but you need to accept the fact that you chose me. The cynic. You chose the one who would break up with you, and you chose wrong. You believed in huge romantic gestures, the kind you so often see in your Hollywood productions. You believed that love was real, as if it was something you could hold in your hand. And if it was, then I am sorry, but it was crushed in my palm and the smoke breathed in to coat my heart with yet another shell.

theres no better feeling than a night when everything is right when you close your eyes to go to sleep
the rain is dripping outside and he told you he loves you
and you know that tomorrow he'll love you too
everything's alright when you close your eyes because you trust that your rock won't crumble
and everything is alright when you turn your head to the side against your pillow
because there's no better feeling than knowing you're worthy of a person loving you back
and after so many people proving you wrong there is at least one that its okay to trust and
i remember a night when everything was alright when i went to close my eyes but its keeping me up this time because
no matter how many times i toss my head against the pillow i know he won't love me tomorrow and
when i turn off the light my heart won't be less empty than the night before and i'm running out of nights to remember that i could
close my eyes knowing everything was right