I used to want more out of life
Much more than being a wealthy man's wife
I wanted fame, no, I needed the glory
That would come when people heard my story

I have never been satisfied with little
I'd take and take, never give, never settle
My hands were strong, my will was stronger
I'd look you in the eye, I'd last longer

I stood tall among the very best
I'd talk and talk, I'd beat my chest
No one could terrify or threaten my power
If I dared those who tried, they'd cower

It took much less than what I'd expect
To beat down my will, to make me subject
You looked me in the eye, it didn't last long
My heart yearned, it wanted your song

When I look back at how far I've travelled
How the hardness in me has unravelled
How much I feel joyful and grateful
The only change I see is You

I often wonder what others think
As I pass them by on city streets

What thoughts they have run through their minds
And if they're happy with this life

Are they happy where they are
Or do they wish for something more

Do they feel like giving up
Do they have someone they love

Does loneliness invade their space
Inside of their day to day

When it is they look at me
Do they think the very things

Could the differences we have be solved
If one day we stopped to talk

These are thoughts that I find
Often running through my mind

Here I am today
Feeling the border again
Ignoring everything again
Putting up a fake display

I am not the perfect girl that you've expected
I am too eccentric and I tend to get too excited
I am loud and a bit of an airhead
Though no one knows how my words bled

I am a bipolar girl
After being cheerful, I'd be the melancholic girl
But please bear with me...
I am slowly breaking, can't you see?

I am a lonely girl in the middle of dusk and dawn
Conflicted on what these grieving eyes see
Catching the falling debris
Of my heart barely holding on

I splash my face with chilled water,
Hoping the shock will freeze you out of my heart.
I take scalding showers,
To try and burn your touch from my body,
Where I can still feel your hands linger.
I drag the razor along my legs where you once kissed,
Shaving away pieces of you, letting the metal bite into my skin,
Hoping I can bleed you out of my soul.

the waning of the Sun
much lower now
still has warmth this summer
a love to freely give
brother and sister
to the Moon
father and mother
to the Earth