Sever my head
With two little pills
That shake the sweat from my fingertips

This pity **** is wasted breath
When I’m absent in life, I might as well be absent in death

Because I was driving down the highway over the limit
And didn’t know where the **** I was headed
I forgot the beginning but I wanted an ending
And pulling over felt like too much effort

I think these pills
Aren’t doing a ******* thing

You chase after me as I run towards the light.
You're panting, worrying where my rushing body is headed.
You catch up to me and pause abruptly.
Your jaw drops in awe, gaping at the sight before you.
You see myself, in a white dress, skipping through the field of sunflowers and daisies.
You walk over to me, grasping my hand and smiling at me.
I look at you with a grin and point to a particular daisy on the ground.

"I love that one." I say quietly.

"So pick it up." You respond.

I shake my head quickly.

"Why not?" You ask.

"Because when you love something, let it be. For love is a feeling, not a possession."

"Oh." You reply.

"That's why I've never kissed you. Just because I love you doesn't mean that I need to have you." I shrugged.

Your eyes widen in shock, never having never heard me say those words before.

"But I need to have you," you whisper, gently tilting my head up to reach yours kissing my lips ever so softly and gently.

I've seen a lot of this world
And I know there's nothing like you
You Entered the room
Then every thing in my life changed from something they weren't used to,

You got me at first glance
And I would love to look at you whenever I have the chance
I don't even know why You're stuck in my mind
But I'm pretty sure you're a girl that's really hard to find.

We have only talked a bit and I know I would like you
After that impressing you was the only thing that I'd do
I don't know why i feel like this
But in my life maybe you're someone that I miss

I have been looking it in the wrong perspective after all
Because of you in a bit I might just fall
You really moved me and I feel that you were sent
To be that one girl to me that'll be very different

That's why it's called falling in love
When you fall down
You scrape your knee or break a bone
Sometimes the scars last forever
The wounds are evidence of the battle you fought
The one you tried so hard to win
But in the end despite your best intentions
You lost
Now all you have are those scars
Every time you glance at them the pain from the memories creep back in and settle in your bones

Not so long ago
In a land closer than it seems
There lived a silly little girl
With a pocketful of dreams

She was as hated as was loved
It didn't matter what she'd done
But the one thing that she knew
Was that she hurt everyone

Too fat and too ugly
Too judgmental and a fool
She could never just be perfect
And society was cruel

It carried on for years
And nobody could decide
Whether this silly little girl
Should get to live or die

So the leader told his people
That something must be done
And the poor thing should be dealt with
So it couldn't hurt anyone

At first there was denial
But the number quickly bloated
Soon even the voice of mother
Left the situation quite outvoted

But when asked ''who would do it?''
As the people shouted blame
Not a single one would volunteer
And hung their heads in shame

A tiny voice right from the back
Suppressed by a nation's shouts
Announced that she could do it
No longer harbouring any doubts

Every single citizen watched
As a blade was drawn with care
The girl aligned it to the heart
To breathe she didn't dare

Instantly her dull eyes closed
A single push was done
Hushed whispers silenced throughout the land
Watching her smiling tear drops run

When mother found her in the morn
Dried tears still on her face
She knew with greatest certainty
She was not in a better place

How hopeless she was lying there
With blood on the bedroom floor
The only thing to take comfort in
They couldn't hurt her anymore

Mother watched the coffin
Now the girl was quite stone dead
Such a pity, society sighed
That the land was within her head.

Take heed of this done story
For the many who ruin themselves
Though words might seem so innocent
Our worst critics are ourselves