TELL ME ABOUT THE GIRL THAT STOLE YOUR HEART. TELL ME ABOUT THE GIRL WHO GAVE IT BACK. TELL ME ABOUT THE GIRL WHO RIPPED IT OUT. TELL ME ABOUT THE GIRL WHO RAN WITH IT, LIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT. TELL ME ABOUT ME, ABOUT HOW I RUINED YOUR LIFE WITH POEMS AND SCARRED BODIES AND PANIC ATTACKS. TELL ME ABOUT HER, ABOUT HOW SHE DID NOT HAVE MY FEARS, MY PROBLEMS, MY THERAPY. TELL ME ABOUT HOW GOOD SHE WAS AND HOW HAPPY I MUST BE THAT YOU HAVE DOWNGRADED FROM THAT TO A GIRL LIKE ME. TELL ME ABOUT YOUR GOOD LIFE BEFORE ME, ABOUT THE DATES AND THE ***** AND THE ONE NIGHT STANDS. TELL ME ABOUT HOW YOU USED TO LIKE THE TRAIN UNTIL I GOT AN ANXIETY ATTACK WHEN WE WENT ON IT. I AM SORRY FOR RUINING YOUR LIFE WITH MY PROBLEMS. I AM SORRY FOR ALLOWING YOU TO LOVE ME.
Blue, Gold, Threaded, And bare, Spinning, Swirling, Drifting, Rare Alone, But Not She lives In her Dark world She wishes, Wants, Another to understand But life has dealt her A broken hand It hurts, But not A crown She wears Thorns, Bleeding and so, so Rare
this town seems faded but i can still see the stars. they hang held by strings from the sky and whisper questions with answers i wish to know. they ask me where i am going to go i tell them how much so i too, wish to know on simple days i always know
they ask me where i am going to go i can pretend to know the answers but they know i will never know why my heart has grown so fickle and flickers like the light of these stars they try to hold down my weak and shaking hands, as i slow i try to grasp each star like the answer stretching open my fingers, reaching my hands toward you.
wishing i could hold you like the answer to hold your hand and know i breathe. stop and remind myself that though today i don't on simple days i always know when they ask me where i am going to go.
We sit together, in the quiet You turn to me and apologize Apologize for your depression Your sadness I turn to you and tell you to not give up That I love you.
You apologize for me dealing with you For going through it with you The way I look at it; this is a journey for two And I have the privilage of doing it with you Lo there are crooked trails and deep ravines; You have my help, You have my love.