I have this fight coming up
I'm up against someone who seems to be strong but I could be wrong
They seem to be set in their ways but they could be hiding something and not know what to say
maybe I can win this fight
If I think I can and use all my might
Maybe i can win this internal fight
between my heart and mind
And I hope my heart comes out on top
and my love for life will return and not stop

so I hate to say goodbye
and say goodbye again
because there is no denying
it could be the end
the final thing you said
to me. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye again.
Repeated until we reach our end.

I don't like you.
Well... Not in the way I used to,
not in the way you think,
not in the way you used to think.

You tear me down but
you're not strong enough so you
fall further than me

Blood was spilled
Hearts were filled
Death has come
warriors sung
Burning the village
Ignoring the spillage
All children screaming
surrounded by grieving
through death and despair
a living nightmare

Your eyes hide the ***** inside.
Your smile masks the counterfeit pride.

When I feel like giving up
I like to think of you
all the help you gave me
all the times you pushed me through

but you didn't need me
you set me free
opened the lock with the key
and left me be

you opened my eyes
you let me see
but there was a train
about to run over me

Home a place I had to find
Home will change over time
Home I will find and find again
Home is something that will always change

I couldn't say it...

You know yourself
You know how you've felt
I feel the same
I feel no shame
Just not confident
Because of their ignorance
And unknowingly insulting
Because of this thing
I have no control over
And can't be open
And  it's killing me
And you don't see
The arguments
Need to stop
It haunts
And'll make me drop

I loved you
you hated me
I loved you
you couldn't stand me

my blind eyes couldn't see
who you were
you revealed yourself to me
I didn't know who you were

I loved you
you didn't see me
I loved you
but it was you and me
not us

It could be one of two definitions
but either would be ok.

If I wrote something new
Is it really new?
The words
The phrases
Have been used before
To add my own meaning
Or change the perspective
But those words are the same
As what they were before

Red
the colour of blood
the colour of love
If you can't see red
you can't see love
you can't see blood
you can't see the cuts
of love so deep
so you can't se the scars
that used to bleed
and you can't see the love
that runs inside of me

Sometimes I feel as though I'm lost
and don't know what to do,
it is times like these where I sit and think of you.

Although I don't know who you are
I may have not even met you yet
but until we meet, I will not fret.

I'm waiting  for you to come to me,
open my eyes so I will see when you come through the door
or the day I meet you by the shore.

Has anyone ever thought 'what would I do if this person dies?'
then they do.











and you don't remember what you thought.

Love is a game,
until it's not.
you hide in the shame
as clear thoughts are lost.

love is a game,
until it's not.
I was for you to claim
but you left me there to rot.

love is a game,
until it's not.
not something for fame, 
not something we were taught.

love is a game,
until it's not.
no love is the same,
love cannot be bought.

love is not a game,
love is not at all

Ripped jeans
bruised knees
no one knows where you've been
no one cares enough to ask

White shirt stained red
and ringing inside your head
is this it am I dead?
it sure feels as though I am

Shoes now gone
you walked so long
blood pours from your knees too long
yet you get home and still say nothings wrong.

there's a hole in my heart
and its growing
there's a hole in my heart
only words will fill
there's a hole in my heart
and I'm calling for help
there's a hole in my heart
and my screams are silenced by my  head
there's a hole in my heart
and it'll grow if nothings said
there's a hole in my heart
and soon I'll be dead

Ink is like an incurable virus
once it reaches the paper
there is way to remove it.

The reason why I do not speak
is because no one ever listens

the I goes after you
in you and I
just grammar
telling us
there's always someone
who will matter more

Sometimes in life I don't know what to do
so I think of myself without you
I am independent
but sometimes I struggle
sometimes I'm dependent
but at times I need to be
I find it difficult to read
so you do it for me
and when I'm lacking focus
you tell me the answers
because that's a friends purpose
to be there for me
and me be there for you