Your flames lick at my soul
Shot through your grueling glaze
Screaming for an apology
Which I will never give

You made me cry
Broke me down
No matter how hard I'd try
You snapped my will
Like a twig
And made me weep inside

Beaten or broken as I may be
I hope that now you will see
For lack of my strength
Merits not my, apology

Others might  even envy
The love I thought you had for me
But now it is clear to see
That those thoughts weren't reality

Call it pride or loyalty
What ever you will really
I will stand tall and free
As your flames lick at me

I won't applogize for your wrongs
Even if I loved you once
I'll let you burn to embers
As I refuse to fuel that fire

The worlds but a puppet show
With tiny figurines
That wear miniature glass hearts
Upon their tiny sleeves

When it's not an exciting scene
To the viewers we don't matter
But together we're all struggling
To climb life's impossible ladder

And when the show is over
And the puppets are thrown away
Their glass sleeves are shatted
no matter what the master will say

When night comes at last
And only the figurines stay
Stabbing each other with the shards
In their own unseen play

Knock knock
Who's there
Forget it I won't let anyone in
Knock knock
Who's there
What if their words are poison
Knock knock
Who's there
Better let them pass my door
Knock knock
Who's there
Who knows how long they'll stay
Knock knock
Who's there
What if they stay forever
Knock knock
Who's there
Or worse what If they leave
Knock knock
Who's there
I can't take a chance!
Knock knock
Who's there
I don't open the door to strangers
Knock knock
Who's there
What if things don't turn out right?!
KNOCK KNOCK
WHO'S THERE
GO AWAY
...I never open my door.

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It's a late monday night
Or an early tuesday morning
I'm far too tired to decide which
3:47 AM
And you're not here
The caffeine from my tea
Is keeping me wide awake
It isn't the only thing
Keeping my eyes from closing though
You may as well be laying beside me
Because the thought of you is the only one on my mind
Except you're not here
Not beside me
Not holding my hand
You're probably still out
Knowing you
Her pretty little hand in your hand
And your precious little heart in her hand
I guess you were right
I don't know you.
I hardly ever did.
But just so you know
I probably didn't tell you more about me
Than you didn't tell me about you
Still though
You can spell my thoughts
With the letters of your name
It's a late monday night
Or an early tuesday morning
I'm far too tired to decide which
3:47 AM
And you're not here

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My mother once told me
To watch my weight.

Now, all I do is watch my weight.
Eat too little, work out too much.

All because of three little words,
*watch your weight

Do you remember when we were young
We didn't have a care or worry
When our days could be ruined by no one

When skipping over cracked pavement was fun
And we thought our source of survival was a Mcflurry
Do you remember when we were young

The hours we spent running under the sun
Back then we were in no hurry
When our days could be ruined by no one

Fantasy had our minds over run
Our thoughts were so pure, unmurky
Do you remember when we were young

When snow, as innocent as us, rested on our tongue
And despite the blizzard our view was not blurry
When our days could be ruined by no one

Back then anything could be over come
What changed to make our heads hung so lowly
Do you remember when we were young
When our days could be ruined by no one