Be the arsonist of my soul.
Light me up.
Send that surge through every fiber of my being.
Engulf me.
Wrap me up in your presence
      then tie a knot so I can never escape.
Inject me with knowledge.
Mold me.
Transform me.
Tear me down just to rebuild me.
Leave me as a remnant.
Guide me.
Make me bold
...and never let me disappear again.

I can't stand you.
The way you **** me slowly and don't even care.
The way you're a total **** but to others an angel.
The way you try so hard to save everyone that you can from pain, but forget about me.

What am I to you?Just family?
What does family even mean to you?
I think your definition is askew.
You scream and yell and cry till you're dry,
then retreat to your room and afterward you're alright.
You hug and laugh and try to be nice,
but I can't stand the split personality every night.

I love you.
I swear that its true,
but I don't want you saying it back
...unless its true for you too.
For some
family may just be unbearable and there,
but that's not what we are
because I honestly care.

Don't exile me
and kick me out of your walls.
Let me in.
No trickery, no deceit.
Just let me in so I can help you defend,
I know how much it hurts to always pretend.
I'm here when you decide you want me around,
all you have to do is put your walls down.

A girl swallowed by the world
shows no emotion,
yet she cries inside.
Her eyes show nothing from first glance,
then they change.

Just as the world swallowed her,
her eyes swallow you.
They engulf you in her sorrow
and suddenly
...nothing.

The picture changes,
the girl is gone.
Now replaced by you,
the mood changes.
No longer does her sorrow engulf you,
but you to her.

Just as inside her,
the picture shows you.
The lightening is now nothing,
the sky bold blue,
the tears stars.
The world is new.
Another day has come.

The girl leaves.
Now replaced by a woman,
her feelings overcome.
You disappear.
Yet again the picture is new,
and you stand to admire.

The girl reappears
to stand with you.
Her view has changed,
as did yours.
The world is new again.
The woman is replaced with a man...

It may have broke your heart,
But it broke my soul
And you of all people should know
Life shines bright with a broken heart
But a broken soul leaves you cold, in the dark.

A broken heart
still does it's job.
A broken soul
never ceases to throb.

The soul is best friends with the brain,
the engineer of the messenger train.
Constantly sending dreams to the mind,
Never leaving your worst memories behind.

So in bed at night you lay awake
Reliving that one man's fate.
Thinking about what your best friend went through,
Giving that broken soul to you.