i keep stumbling over my heart
i find it wrapped up in my bed sheets-
begging to stay asleep
so it can keep on dreaming.
i find it in the doorway
after a late night bath,
let's do the math
one bubble
two bubbles
a tub full of bubbles should make it happy.

it lays all over the place,
begging for more.
my heart,
it lays in the middle of the kitchen floor
like it's waiting to be quenched-
one cup
two cup
three cups and it shows me the door
and says there's a whole world out there waiting-
waiting for more.

Our love was like
the quill you gave me for Christmas
that one year, that
I never learned how to use.
Aesthetically pleasing,
object of envy,
idea of perfection, but
sloppy and awkward in practice.

We could've been brilliant,
but we could never get it right.
So we gave up trying, to gather dust
on display.

But even that grew less appealing
(until it wasn't anymore).

Our affair was like
the bag of dark chocolate kisses
you gave me on our first Christmas
together.
I devoured the entire thing
in secret, and
threw away the wrappers
without a thought.

We were meant to be
expendable.
So we took all that was offered,
and gave nothing in return.

But all bad habits take time to break
(until they don't anymore).

i told you how i felt
but you turned the other cheek.
i was basically rejected
i feel so small, so very weak.

i found the reason why i always keep to myself.
i hate this feeling of pain
of being rejected like im not good enough
this will never happen again.

im tired of letting people in
im tired of being alone
im tired of being rejected and hurt.
this is that feeling; gone.

im not gonna let you in.
im not gonna let you see my tears fall.
im not gonna let you see me hurt.
im not gonna let you bring me down most of all.

i told you how i felt
because i wanted you to know
but apparently you would never feel the same
so i guess its time for me to go.

me and you,
we're through.
you don't care,
you never listen.
me and you,
we're through.
im tired of all this,
im tired of pretending.
me and you,
we're through.
when can i finally be rid
of all this unhappiness?
when will you just leave
because
me and you,
we're through.

im so tired
of not being able to write
because of my shaking hands

im so tired
of this cure
that isnt curing me

im exhausted

Now I'm not asking to change the past,
just a simple playback option.
Something where I could watch again,
as parts of my life unfold.

All the good times that made my heart swell,
and even the bad times where I felt defeated.
Any moments with you would suffice,
because those were the ones I enjoyed most.

And when the credits roll,
I don't want to leave alone.
I want to look over and see you beside me,
knowing that's how things will stay.

Who are you to ride in on your white horse and just ask me to leave?

Your the other half of me and that's more then I deserve.

I have been locked in this tower long.
I am afraid of the light and the truth is good enough just isn't going to do from now on.

His hands wrap around my heart.
How could you both pick me?

I am not a princess.
I am a toad.

My heart is breaking and it's not fair.

I shouldn't be able to love you both.
But I do , oh but I do.

It's tearing me up and I cannot choose.
I tried not to decide and that became the decision.

I am not innocent and I am covered in filth.

Maybe now you see, how truly ugly I can be.

Please don't stop loving me.
I need to much from him and he needs me.

I feel ugly to my bones.

I hurt the one I love the most.
And I chose to.

I must being going crazy.
I think I am losing my mind.

He picked me when nobody else would.
And you did too, but you were late.

I wanna fold up inside.

Just keep me locked away.
Because I keep making mistakes.

I'd rather die then hurt anyone.
And you asked me to choose.

This fairytale is rotting away to show the nightmare beneath

I am so tired of myself.
I am nothing but a evil sorceress.

My charm is wearing off and I am growing tired of my shields.