Somedays I got to wonder why I am who I am.
Always piveting between two extremes.
Fighting who I should be until it catches up with me.
I'm so nervous and your words just hurt.

I got so many problems and so many deadlines,
Moving towards me as fast as a freight train.
I feel so incredibly alone now,
Why won't you stand by my side?

Yes I've always wanted to be invisible, but not to you.
Leaving this place is going to be so hard as it is.
So much love lost, my heart breaks into millions of tiny shards.
Save me?

I was falling and you grabbed me.
You lifted me up so I wouldn't have to feel the ground any longer.
The ground stole my energy.
I grew weaker, so weak that I could no longer use my senses.

Nearly dead, you shot past the demons holding me down.
You killed them single-handed, stronger than I'd ever thought.
I never called for you, perhaps I was even that weak?
Paralyzed, I was still there, stunned, unable to do anything at all.

My soul breathes, in and out, gratefully.
Doing no longer means nothing to me.
Because I nearly died once and was given another chance.
Embracing the power given to me like I never had this power before.

Blissful the wind feels my skin
Touching it smoothly, blows against it, ruffling
More and more, I find a sense of calmness.
A purity overturned, and made pure again.

Stars shine, but as they age they turn different colors.
Compacted, these aged stars of life become beautiful jewels.
But moreover, the persons mean more to us,
Because of their heart, and their character.
The love purifies our impurity somehow.

Not long ago, I was so miserable.
I wanted to take back all of those years.
I thought the pain I caused made me the most evil thing on earth.
I felt like I was nothing worth anything.
The fact that you didn't seem to care when others would've..
That made it worse.

But I have no regrets.
Everything has woven together beautifully.
And through love, purity is now pure again.
Purity in a richer form.

In the midst of gloom,
No one sees the immense pain I carry.
Fearing the worst, I always died before the actuality.
I was so immune to feeling.

This purity I feel I now have -
No it is not innocent, but it is beautiful,
Blissful, unforgettable, unimaginable.

I'm fighting for freedom in these bones
Freedom to run across great waters
Freedom to sing, to fly, to be myself.
Because maybe one day I'll find out why things are the way they are
And I won't have to fight so hard to breathe
In and out
Because someone will keep me safe
In His arms I'll be pure, untouched, perfect.
Someday - and someday will be forever
The piano sings, like I'm going to sing someday.
I can feel it. I will sing.
The voice I have now is terribly flat, but one day I will sing!
The birds have a sense of freedom, I spot them.
I grow strong with envy when I see them.
But then I think of their hardship,
And know that one day I will sing, in perfect harmony.
Pitiful things they really are,
Everyone wants total freedom.

You and I would be always talking.
Every Friday against the brick
Big kid and little kid,
Always trying to lift you up.

Your mother always hated me,
She never acknowledged me,
And we never talked again.
I bet your mom was thankful when we (my family) moved out of her apartment.

I know you've forgotten me,
But I don't really mind.
Lets just let the past be the past,
The present be the present,
And the future be the future.

When you arrived, I did not recognize you.
But really, you haven't changed at all.
You're still that little kid I knew years ago.

Do you have any idea what I'm going through?
I feel sick, sad, worthless.
Like I'm running my way to death's front door.
The stress you're putting me under -
Its hitting me harder than you ever thought it would.
And now I'm sick, and tired,
And I feel so broken!
With each new hole in my heart,
I just feel like anything I do isn't worth the doing.
Your words pierce, your lack of emotions anger me.
How can I get through this when I feel so alone?
I scream for help, and everyone just shows me how alone I really am.

Dreaming of you seems so incredibly foreign.
The blood spillt on the floor and burned the walls to the ground.
Lifeless beings we've now become.
Searching for an increased understanding.

You buried my wrists with your cuts.
You, the scavenger, taking all my blood, my life!
My walls were glass and I thought I was safe.
But, Alas, you threw your knives at them and broke them!

Confounding my anger, I became angry for so long.
Oh, how you must be so sick, because you are so cold.
I'll heal, but did you learn anything?
But you don't - you feel no guilt at all.