He used to want to fly
Way up in the sky
But now his dreams are ruined
Cause he's six feet below the frost

You worry too much
About my own set of
Problems and your imagination
Runs wild, blinded by love

"You're killing yourself
Slowly with every slice
Every incision and bruise and burn
Every mark so precise"

I remind you that I have it
Under control, my control
That every mark I make myself
Fills the little holes in my soul

But with every hole I fill
They seem to sink back in
So I make the marks on my body
On the top of the skin

I promise I have control of
The little beast inside
The one that breaks free every night
The one that I desperately try to hide

So do not fret love
For I have the control
I will win every battle
That is purely my role

We desperately cling to
Love, no matter how
Terrible it may be

No matter if it hurts
Us and breaks our being
We just want compassion

So we hand it out
Like candy, something we can
Always obtain more of

But one day the candy well
Runs dry and when we're left crying
The ones who took leave us on the ground

They say we chase after
Love we think we deserve
That we want what we can't have

I never realised how true
The words rang until
It was too late

And now I'm faced with
The challenge every day
Because of what I think

I think I don't deserve love
Because I push them away
Where they should stay

I guess I am fortunate
I have discovered a person
Who thinks I am worthy of love

Even when I think
I am too scared, too nervous
Too ashamed or broken

Thank you for believing in me
When I cant even have faith
In my own self

I do not need it
I have restraint
I have self control
I will remain

Even if it takes months
I will be thin
I will have the thigh gap
And I promise to win

The war going
On inside of my skull
Crack me open and you find
The consequences and null

I will do whatever it takes
I promise you that

Seperated temporarily
Only a few months apart
But back together again

I almost had lost memory
Of kissing you
But you resurrected the passion

Now I constantly crave you
Every flaw you think you have
Is only in your head

I crave your lips brushing mine
Painting pictures with our tongues
And your fingers exploring the winding roads of curves

In the most innocent way I crave
Your touch, comfort
You are my hide away

And I have been burning out for so long
But you came back and blew
On the embers, and poked the fire

Dear Penguin of mine
You have no idea what you
Do to me

Maybe that is for the better