The cave was deep,
as deep as my mind,
searching for my inventory,
I see my watch,
and there was no more time.
Everything was blank, froze,
and I yet had nothing to drink.
My throat, dry, couldn't breathe,
as the cave came down, crashing onto me.
I stood tall, my mind moves forward,
empty but full, I know I had to move forward,
toward the light, the light that shines on the other side,
this is my time, I'm full, and this is my life.

I smoke my cigarette
And you ask me for a drag
I try to pass it to you
But I can't move.

It's only a dream
No not a dream
But a nightmare
Only one I created.

I smoke my cigarette
You ask for a drag
But I turn to you
And you're gone.

I do my own stunts,
these battles I face,
are my all mine.

I face every heart break,
and all the tears,
and everything tears me down.

I do all my own stunts,
every breath taking moment,
and kiss I shared.

Every time I say "I love you",
I mean it,
and couldn't love you more.

So when I say I'm damaged,
maybe you will believe,
but you will know this,
*I do my own stunts.

I am just a lost soul,
in this crazy, beautiful world.

I am just a hopeless romantic,
in this amazing, loving world.

I am just lost.
Can you help me find my way back to you?

I am lost.
Help me find you once more.

I am lost.
Just please help me someone.

Lost.
Lost.
Lost.

I am lost.
Do I need to spell it out for you?

Lost.
L-O-S-T.

Just simply lost.
In this beautiful relationship.

Simply
and
happily


Lost...

Three years ago today.
That's when you asked me to be yours.
I said "Of course!"

You were kind to me.
You were perfect for me.
You were mine.

We spent three weeks together.
All day, every day.
Just you and me.

We were as happy as can be.
Then you had to leave.
It was so hard to see you walk away.

Watching you leave tore me apart.
It made me break down and cry.
And I cried all night.

You called me that night.
You called to cheer me up.
To make my tears stop.

Three months later I knew.
I knew I loved you.
You knew I loved you.

I told you four months after.
Four months exactly.
And you said "I love you too."

One month later.
You proposed.
I squealed "Yes!"

Two months later.
You broke me.
You ripped my heart out.

To this day.
You will always have a part of me.
Just one small part.

I still love you.
If only you felt the same.

You see her in the corner,
sitting, watching, waiting.
She longs to be up there once more,
but she just sits and watches.

She gets up and tries to dance once again,
but her knees give out and she falls.
She falls to the ground,
and breaks into tears.

All she wants to do is be up there,
where she belongs.
In the spotlight,
with a face full of makeup.

Once again she gets up,
and stumbles to a ballet bar.
As she grabs a hold of the bar,
she feels the cool wood under her hand.

The memories are flooding back,
like an uncontrollable hurricane.
She burst into tears once again,
and falls to her knees.

She stands up for the last time,
and grabs the bar.
She still remembers everything,
she has learned.

She enters fourth position,
and readies her arms.
She began to rise up,
on to her toes.

Her smile widens,
as her muscles tense.
Her knees start to spasm,
and worry begins to consume her.

She slowly sinks down,
back on to solid ground.
And she slowly walks to the mirror,
puts her hand up and closes her eyes.

She opens her eyes,
and looks around the studio.
It was all just a dream.


You see me in the corner,
sitting, watching, waiting.
I long to be up there once more,
but I just sit and watch.

I get up and try to dance once again,
but my knees give out and I fall.
I fall to the ground,
and break into tears.

It was not a dream,
but mere reality.

You see this smile I force
but what you don't see
is what is really happening
I'm not always confident
I'm really just a good actor.
I may look happy
but I'm not really.

Who do you you want me to be?
Someone like you?
Someone like everyone else?
I can't do that.
I can't be who you want me to be.
I can't be that girl.
I can't be that perfect.

You see the scars
but you don't see the pain.
You see the lies
with the truth not to be found.
This is how I feel
but you'll probably never see
the real me.

I'm so afraid to tell anyone
about how i really feel.
I know I should see someone
but no one believes me.
My mom wouldn't believe me.
How would I tell her?
How would I tell you?