Don't you dare tell me
The person I love
The person I try my best for
The person who picks me up again and again
Don't you dare tell me
That that person
Isn't good enough for you

I'm sorry

Wear me down
Use my ink
But make something
Beautiful

I once debated the scientific principle of change
On a group messenger system
I sent a broadcast of my feelings
Of the measurement and study
Of how time moves and planets position themselves
I told of the psychological affects that change has on the human mind-

And you removed yourself from the group chat.
You were the only one to understand my metaphor anyways.

We grew up
much faster
then we thought we would

When I need a friend
I'll call you Liz
When I think I can
I'll call you Liz
When you're feeling down;
I'll call you Liz
To the end from now.

O God, I don't speak often
Why is it that you hurt this boy?
He who has done nothing wrong,
Why do you make him hate the life you've given him?