He may think that he loves you
He has made a mistake
Cause the kind of love he gives to you
Is only a kind of hate.
A complete sense of control -
That seems to be his goal.
He tells you who you can talk to,
Where you can go,
And what you should wear.
No, never does he dare
To show you that he cares.

Sometimes a sickly smile spreads
Right across my face
When I know I have provoked
Some kind of deep emotion
Within another person
And I know it's not a real smile
It's not even really me
Or at least it's not the way I ever want to be.

You were there
Right there
And you could hear me calling
Calling out for help
Can you still hear it now?
Because back then
You chose not to listen.

I am going to say
What I want to say
And take
All the ideas in my mind
Transform them into a beautiful,
Physical form
Of some kind.

There is nothing
That you can do
To silence me.
There is nothing I can do
To keep it all inside.

Are you the one
Or not?
Because I only have so much time,
Only have one life,
And I don't want to waste it.

Hey, you there,
I'm thinking of you.
We may not know each other well
And you may feel invisible,
But I am thinking of you.
Maybe it's because I'm an artist,
Because I'm sensitive,
And I think about all kinds of things
Like you.
Maybe it's because I'm curious, or bored,
Or just a little too involved.
Still,
Isn't it even just a little comforting
To know
That someone is thinking of you?

She wants to be noticed
Just wants to be loved
She knows that she's pretty
But it's not enough
She says she misses her mommy
She says life is too tough
And she likes to cause harm
To fill herself up.