Life is a little girl with a white gown
So pure, untouched, naïve to the cruel world
Thru storm and fire she never gave a frown
Instead she danced and to the drums she twirled

Life is a teen in a drab dull gray dress
Who knows so very little but she goes
To many quests and many calloused test
Though all she really wants to do is doze

Life is a woman in a pitch black gown
Who sees the world and knows lots of things now
So many things dare threaten drag her down
She worked so hard and there’s sweat on her brow

But the young girl did not make it to gray
Though all who were dear had wished she would stay

Geometry
French
Earth Science
The thing forced opon me to learn
Thing i will propel never truly coprehend

But somehow they will better me
This I will never understand
Why can't I learn what I want to
Why can't I break free I this prison?

I want to sink
feel the water
like a new winter blanket
feel the sunshine peek through waves
like a sneaky bandit
feel my feet go numb
like they refuse to walk again
feel my thoughts drift away
like I’m in a state of zen
feel my hands tingle slightly
like I’ve just told a lie
feel my lungs pound against my chest
like they’re drums trapped inside
feel weight over my head
like it’s being strangled by a crown
I want to sink
**but I refuse to drown

What's left of me
Is all in piece's
As the voice's grow louder
The pain never ceases

Watch your step
Wouldn't want you to bleed
Get stains on the carpet
Just follow my lead

I'll guide you through
All of my insanity
The tour begins
Right here, inside of me

We'll begin with the heart
It look's a little bare
Didn't have time to decorate
I don't often dwell there

Moving on now
Next stop my mind
Sure you want to go
Never know what you'll find

Here it is
My own personal maze
The only way out
Is to follow the haze

You can't go in
It's under construction
From the last time
I suffered mental destruction

One stop left
On this tour from hell
Stop at the gift shop
We have lot's of **** to sell

If you look to the right
You'll see the grand creation
Can you feel the sorrow
Created by self-mutilation

We'll exit through the veins
In our crimson ride
This attraction is closed
Because our host has died

You put your arms around me.
You smiled your real smile.
You held my hand.
You ran after me.
You looked deep into my eyes
and said how serious you were.
Oh god you made me feel loved.

But it was just a dream.

It hurt.
It hurt waking up.

I wanna go back

to my dream,

*to you.