The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.

It will never work out the way I've envisioned for so long.

"With all due respect," I continue to say when I know none is deserved.

I am responsible for what I say, not what you understand.
Unsure of what I mean?
ASK.

It's a simple solution, really.
Fairly obvious, if you ask me.
Before you shove your false interpretations of what you believe my words to mean in everyone's faces, why don't you take the time to clarify?

Vincible ignorance. You have the means of acquiring the knowledge and truth behind my statements.
The fact that you don't use those resources is your responsibility.
I hold them in the palm of my hand, in the lobes of my brain, in the words behind my lips that are waiting for release.

You do it to make yourself look better?
You do it to start a fight?
You do it because you don't want to admit that I'm right?
Maybe diverting attention away from the fact will tarnish my name, eh? Bruise up my face?
That what you think?

You're **** right I'm an open book.
I will not hesitate to correct you in front of the world for your seeming inability to understand.
I won't be accountable for you wanting to start a fight from your willing ignorance.

I always saw stars in your eyes, but now.. my God, they're even brighter. They're so much brighter.

i wonder what you would say if..
you knew you shattered my peace of mind.

i wonder what you would say if..
you knew you destroyed my self-confidence.

i wonder what you would say if..
you knew that seeing your face sends a shiver down my spine.

i wonder what you would say if..
you knew what we thought about you now.

i wonder what you would say if..
you knew that you crossed my mind every day.

i wonder what you would say if..
you knew i was simply trying to avoid change.

i wonder what you would say if..
you knew i forced myself to feel something.

i wonder what you would say if..
you knew i used you just like you used me -  but you used me knowingly.

i wonder what you would say if..
you knew that like you, i was just afraid of being alone.

i wonder what you would say if..
the tables were turned on you.

i wonder what you would say if..
*i said i never loved you.

There is not
one. single. person.
One person that I was close to in the past that is still in my life today.
Not a single person I loved once that still loves me in return.

No, but this outweighs anything you could ever bring to the table.

Sometimes, you have to shake your head and say "***** it." Divert your attention to something new and you'll find something precious.

Forgetting the past is the easiest thing in the world to preach about, until you're the one in question.

I am reverting back into the quiet, introverted soul I used to be.
This is good.
This is who I am.

I hurt, and there's nothing poetic about it.

I joke about being lonely all the time, but I don't think anybody gets that it isn't a joke anymore.

Quit selling your soul to the temporary.

It's hard to believe in someone who's not there. That must explain why I lost faith in you long, long ago.

What the hell did I actually expect?
Right back at square one.

You don't get to hurt me and then judge the way I respond.

"Things change," but ignorance remains a constant.

I've missed this feeling for so long.

It was worth it.
It was all worth it, I know.
Not a single doubt in my mind now.

And ***** this, there are better things straight ahead.

You used to be beautiful to me.
You aren't anymore.
Perhaps it has nothing to do with you.
Maybe it's because I've turned my eyes to seek new kinds of beauty.

Oh, why did I limit myself to this for so long?
There was nothing keeping me here except my own fears.

You were the first to ask.

You've always tried to keep me concealed, as if I was a weapon of sorts.
A weapon that could threaten everything you've built from the ground up.
I've never seen myself as dangerous.
I've never seen myself as needing to be handled with extreme caution, lest you accidentally shoot yourself in the foot.
Why is it that you see me as a loaded gun, love?
I'm not capable of such violence.

You've always been reckless when it came to me.
Why the sudden hesitation?

Will I ever feel like I have a place, a home?
Will I ever be enough?
Will I ever be a constant to somebody?

I think the answer is no, at this rate.
I thought it was starting to work itself out.
I suppose I was wrong.

I thought the world of you.
How small my world was.

You are not your pain.
You are not your pain.
You are not your pain.

You are not what happened to you.
You are not what happened to you.
You are not what happened to you.

You are not what they did to you.
You are not what they did to you.
*You are not what they did to you.