You were a never mind
Practically never mine
Caught between a line of lies
Filled with hate you never left behind

Somedays were a tsunami
You pulled me under to drown me
Lost in a sea of your demons
That you gave me to hold

Write with me
So you can come fly with me
It’s the ultimate key
To this worlds sorcery

It’s the magic of the season
The twinkle in her eyes
She goes to sleep wishing
For every strength and might

A lack of care, consideration and desire runs deep within our skin
A clash of cultures leaves me wondering which bin do I fall in
You try to work the friendships that look similar so they win
But it’s often the ones from a foreign land who treat you like a king

I whisper in the wind
Searching for the sun to win
I’m a pretty sunflower
Won’t you pick me for your whims

Why do the monsters hide away,
till my heart’s decided it’s time to play

Why do whispers slither past,
a brain that’s convinced it’s never going to last

And why does the chorus yell for you,
when I’ve already decided we’re practically through

It’s a song sung too often;
‘Why won’t he like me?’
I ask myself
As I pick the scars of his past to see
Where I could fit, so delicately
I’ll mould and shape, to suit your tastes
Who am I without one to please