I just don't understand
we used to be so perfect

you used to tell me
that I was the best thing that ever happened to you

i used to make you so bright and colorful
you used to be so happy with me

you used to bring me flowers and say
until you met me you thought about killing yourself

but you don’t say these things anymore
and you don't do these things anymore

and lately I'm not sure if you even feel
the echo of those things anymore

and now I'm sitting alone in my room
crying over the dried petals of a dead rose

don't fall victim to the snake.
for its venom will slice
through your blood stream
as smoothly
as a blade across skin.
don't let the snake's eyes fool you,
behind his sly tongue
lies sharp fangs
that are waiting
for your vulnerability to show.
and any minute,
the snake could turn you
from his prize,
to his feast.

Drops of rain against the window pane
Sink into each wooden grain
Thoughts come flooding into my brain
Close behind come waves of pain

Crashing all around me
All I can see is rain
I want this pain to go away

"Two a day"
The doctors say
"Take two a day,
and the pain
will go away"

And two a day
Is what I take
To numb the pain

But still remains
The pain inside
My brain

somehow i'm always going to be
too much and not enough at the same time
you just lost it
your feelings
at least that's what you tell me
but somehow i get the feeling
that that just is not the truth
there's always something wrong with me
and god, it's always me
but your lips tasted like the sweetest
cherry wine
and now i'm looking for that taste
within a real bottle of it
but i'm not finding it
the only thing i'm finding is a bitter taste
and now i sit here drunk
searching for someone to calm the storm inside me
and so i kiss another
but they don't taste the same
the kiss of boys who don't love me
will never be as sweet as yours

You asked me if I wanted a drink. I smiled and nodded, not noticing how heavy that red plastic cup would feel later on
We smiled and talked. You danced and I laughed. I thought it could be the start of something good.
But goo things never last.
If you can't hear what I'm trying to say
If you can't read from the same page
Maybe I'm going deaf
Maybe I'm going blind
Maybe I'm out of my mind
We took a walk around the house, laughing all the while
We plopped down on the couch in the basement, very few people were down there with us
we kept talking, it was a nice, light conversation. Who would have known how wrong of a turn it would take
You kissed me
"What?" you asked me. "I've heard about you." you said
Ok, now he was close
Tried to domesticate you
But you're an animal
Baby, it's in your nature
You kissed me again, you touched me in places I didn't want you to
"Stop." I said. or maybe it was in my head
"Stop" I pushed your arm off. But you held tight and pushed me into the couch.
Just let me liberate you
You don't need no papers
That man is not your maker
And that's why I'm gon' take a
"shh." You said. "be a
Good girl
"I saw how you were looking at me,
I know you want it
"I know you want it"
I started crying.
You're a good girl
Can't let it get past me
You're far from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
"Please stop," I begged
Did my tears turn you on?
I hate these blurred lines
I kept pushing you, but it was no use.
I closed my eyes and tears kept leaking
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Pain shot through my body, but I kept my eyes shut tight. I refused to look at your sick, twisted grin.
Do it like it hurts
like it hurts
"please." I said
I know you want it
"Stop." I cried
You're a good girl
You finished, and got up. I just laid there.
"You liked it." you said
Can't let it get past me
You're far from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
You left
*I hate these blurred lines

She could have been beautiful
She could have been tough
She could have been so many things

There was titanium where her bones should have been
and liquid steel coursing through her veins
there was a wildfire in her eyes

But she's been torn
someone ripped her wide open
and everyone could see inside

While she was sitting there with a gaping chest
something was taken from deep within
something precious was stolen by the quickest thief

Her body was a temple
it was the sacking of Troy
the magnificence of her soul is gone

What was stolen was broken
the pieces of it falling to the darkest corners of the universe
leaving nothing left for her to have

Now the emptiness occupies her body
she doesn't understand
how can something so hollow completely fill her up

She is walking irony
a living oxymoron
because somehow she was too much and not enough at the same time

and now she has bones of ice
and blood of water
you snuffed the wildfire like it was a candle flame

It's a little funny when you drink cough syrup, despite not having a cold.
Popping a few pills is a bit strange when you have no nerve pain.
And it's a tad ironic, taking fever reducers when you don't have the flu.
Because in reality
you're so much sicker than you thought