It hurts more than you think,
thinking of you
It hurts more than you think,
hearing your name
It hurts more than you think,
seeing you smile
It hurt more than I thought,
loving you...

I saw your eyes
they were no longer focused on me
but fixed at another
I saw your mouth
I no longer owed your smiles
I saw your hands
they were held by someone else
these are the things I fear
for the boy who wasn't even mine to call
afraid he'll see someone else
when he never even saw me at all

My eyes can see
beyond the exterior form
but a story never shared
that never told the norm
my eyes can see what's broken
that no glue can hold
my eyes can speak a thousand words
that were never even told

Always

White walls stand before me
the color of innocence
and insanity
Providing me with nightmares
that were once called memories
the screams are still there
it's all because of me
A perfect situation for someone who's
damaged mentally
patience, I wait for the white light to return
as I lie here on my own
White walls stand before me
I'm perfectly alone

Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is perspective, not the truth.

The beats of sorrow,
the whisper of depression.
Sirens yelling,
hearts breaking.
An orchestra to DIE for,
conducted by fate himself.
Everybody come and see,
Behold, the Symphony of my Life.
Starring.....Me