The look of the cake
It ain't always the taste
My ex girl she had
Such a beautiful face

I wanted love
But not for myself
But for the girl
So she could love herself

My next girl
Will be nothing like my ex girl
I made mistakes back then
I'll never do it again
With my next girl
She'll be nothing like my ex girl
That was a painful dance
Now I got a second chance

A beautiful face
And a wicked way
And I'm paying for her
Beautiful face every day
All that work
Over so much time If I think too hard
I might lose my mind

My next girl
Will be nothing like my ex girl
I made mistakes back then
I'll never do it again
With my next girl
She'll be nothing like my ex girl
That was a painful dance
Now I got a second chance

I threw away your things today.
Love letters, fake flowers, incense, clothes.
You gave it to me, it's gone.
I can't stand to look at you, let alone the things you left behind.
So I got rid of it all.
Now, I'm a little bit freer.

You struck me down with love like a lightening bolt

Everything is quiet in the eye of the storm

I wonder - are you going to tell him or shall I?

Your hands anchor me to this crumbling earth

I jump for joy at the sight of your smile
Oh, how I love that smile
That ray of sunshine
That expression of glee

"Bear with me; I am hungry for revenge."

"Familiarity breeds contempt."

"I fled before I was burned again."

You love like a man

You hold pain in the center of your being and unsurprisingly, begin to shatter.

Do I amuse you, dear? Would you think me queer if while standing beside you I opted instead to disappear?

You, with eyes of blue and a heart of gold, are repairing me - piece by piece.

My god, I feel so free.

You are becoming my sense of home, one that I don't feel like abandoning.

And when these words are no longer enough, hold on.

"Leigh... Do you realize how serious this is?"*
So serious that I can't even tell my boyfriend?
"This isn't something you just tell someone."
Yeah, I realize that, Mr. C.
"I'm sorry, I just... I'm surprised."
So was I.
"She doesn't... seem like the type to..."
Uh huh. I didn't think so either.
"Are you sure? I mean... Sure sure?"
Absolutely.
"And you're just going to let this go?"
Absolutely.
"I admire that. It's an odd type of strength."
I don't need it.
"No, maybe not. But I admire it nonetheless."
Thanks.
"So... We're leaving this in this room?"
Uh... That was the plan.
"Alright, I understand."
Do you?
**"Unfortunatley."

I'm looking out for me now

I'll always find you

"What's wrong with me?" and "What's wrong with what I did?" have two separate meanings... Where does your question fall?

When she was my Sun,
you were my Northern Star.
You stayed in the background,
but you were there --
Listening, advising, but never pushing.
You saw, didn't you?
You saw that I, Moon, would come crashing down.
You watched as she scorched and burned.  
You, my Star, waited until the Moon came to you.

This lens has been thoroughly cleaned
My eyes are wide open

I've been split open
Sewn up and made new
But even the finest surgeon
Couldn't get rid of you

Stop watching
Stop listening
I don't want you to see

...Was it ****, then?

I hope you find out what she did to me
and think twice

I know I'll end up drinking alone
With wine spilling onto the floor
And screams crawling up my throat

I want to scream and run and sleep and never wake up

I want to be so far gone that I can't remember you at all

I wish I was dead and that you didn't care

In a relationship, there should never be a time where your partner says "But if you loved me, you'd __". Flat out.  A healthy relationship is about giving yourself to that person, self giving, when you feel ready. A selfish partner expects you to do certain things out of love for them. I'm not explicitly talking about ***, but it's in between the lines.

A selfish love is one that takes and takes but doesn't completely give back. You give yourself up to a selfish partner because you think it's going to satiate them, satisfy their needs. But it never does, does it? If you set boundaries and your partner doesn't accept them -- leave.

A self giving love is one that gives patiently and doesn't necessarily take. It's a love that constantly seeks permission where permission is needed. You communicate to express how you feel, openly and honestly. If you set boundaries and your partner tries their best to accept them because they love you as a person -- stay.

Can all my ****-ups be avenged?

Me? Funny.

I want out I want out I want out

For once, be your own crutch.

At our beginning, I told myself that I wouldn't need you.
That I could make it through the day without your hand in mine.
That I could sleep without hearing your breath.
That I could wake again without my lips pressing against yours.
But here I am, five months in, needing you like oxygen.

My smile reaches your ears and your words smile back

How do you commit suicide without hurting the ones around you?

No, I don't
No, I never did
Caring is not an advantage
It protects me

Did you ever? Was anything truthful? Is anyone? Is it me? Am I that easy to lie to? Liar. It suits you.

You push and pull and grasp at air, nothing.
Who are you looking for?
What is it you want?
Why are you never satisfied?
Insatiable.
Always, always, always.

With a ribbon of blue and purple,
I promise that this darkness
will not consume me again.

It was so real.
Do you remember?
Don't you see?

It has a way of either repressing or promoting sound.
It is easier to display your innermost thoughts in it.
But it can also lower your voice, giving you a place to hide.
You can be small or large, dead or alive.
Who would know?

"Leigh... I'm not her."
Yes, I know but a hand is a hand and it frightens me nonetheless.
"I'm not going to push myself on you."
Yes, I know but she said that and I don't believe words anymore.
"I wouldn't do that."
Yes, I know but you don't, not really, and I can't explain it.
"I never will, Leigh, please know that."
Yes, I know but she said that, too, and she went back on it.
"I'm sorry."*
Yes, I know.

Your silence speaks volumes - you are worried it's about you.

Whatever the reason, you do it for me.

You should come with a warning sign,
a detailed prequel to destruction.