I love you,
I love you, from the bottom of my heart,

I'll whisper that,
In your ears,
When we're no longer apart.
(I bet it gives you chills)

You did the same to me,
All those nights really late,
I'd ride my bike to you,
And I'd hop over those gates,
Then in through the window,
Where you would be awake,
(a few times you weren't)

That mile and a half,
Riding in the dark,
Sometimes it was foggy,
But there were always sparks,

I've tried living without you,
It's been nothin but a mess,
If I have to live without you,
I'll be miserable at best.

So I say again my beautiful girl
I love you
I love you, from the bottom of my heart.

It's sad
She thinks the're friends
But thats not what she is
She is jealous of her
Wants to embarrass her
You
You use her
You never comfort her
You never check if she's okay
You don't know her
You never will
Live your life not hers

You walk on her when she's on the ground
She silently asks for your help
When hell yells
While you stand by as she curls up in her shell
She wishes that someone could take her away from this hell
To carry her
To hold her till she sleeps silently.

She tells you her secrets
And you use them against her
She thought she could trust you
But you envy her
She asks you why
You look for answers
She asks why again
And you are confused
She says why me and not you
Don't focus on her, focus on you
When you are silent, she burns
Live your life not hers.

Life can be symbolized in the
impossibility of chugging  
champagne from the bottle,
in the half-great, half-horrible scent
of cheap cologne. Life feels like
leaving 3am messages on your
ex’s home phone.

I feel the most alive in warm summer rain,

like when we were lining up jobs, stanzas

and *******.

Life is a small *******
with a Napoleon Complex.
Life is that one lover that takes things out
of context.
         "I am who I am, *******!"
Life is the fact that people can’t buy
Daraprim for what what the price is.
Life is ISIS,
who could ****
hundreds of thousands to
appease a God who
cannot hear them. Life
makes you scream with fury
until you’re purring with calm.
Sputtering like an engine,

until life is gone.

Nothing is never enough
I did everything you wanted
But you wanted more
The trophies the medals
What do I really stand for
You love to use me
And when you're done you throw me away
Like a piece of scrap metal
I'll be recycled anyway
I've tried and tried to please you
But all I get in return are more complaints,
Tear stains on that shirt you don't like
I'm just a piece of meat
That you put on display
Cut and moulded into your perfect shape

I wish you would just stop
And let me be
But you gave birth to me
Its your authority
But all you do is scream and scream
Its killing me

To the point where I don't know
anymore
Is there a point
What am I living for
Im just alive
But never living
Nothing will ever be enough
I'm always giving and giving
And now theres nothing left
Its just empty
I'm empty

Everything you say to me
Takes me one step closer to the edge
And I'm about to
Break
-Linking Park