If blood was rubies and diamonds tears then I’d be rich If words were weapons then I’d be stabbed If thoughts were water then I’d be drowning If we were our own demons then I’d be the devil If misery was someone then I’d be its best friend If rope was a necklace then I'd always wear it If scars were bracelets then I’d wear many If sickness were bullets then I’d be shot dead If love was a video game then I’d be played the most If limbs were friends then I’d lost many If you were me then you’d know
She was the girl With her head stuck in the bird cage She was the girl Who watched others fly as she stayed on the ground She was trapped inside her fear She didn’t know She couldn’t see That there were people Willing to get the key There were people Willing to give her wings She was the girl That never spoke a word She was the girl Who kept her feelings inside She didn’t know She couldn’t see That there were people Willing to let her scream There were people Willing to open her heart and mind But She was the girl Who just wanted to be
P is for Pleasant, such sweet company O is for Obliging, accommodating towards people E is for Enthusiastic, providing great encouragement T is for Tactful, ever sensitive R is for Ravishing, an entrancing beauty Y is for Yearning, a drive to succeed
I built my own world To escape this chaos called reality To escape from this nightmare of life Inside my field of gumdrop trees and candy clouds This is where I belong There is no judgment No one to hurt me If I leave I have to go back to the painful game of life I know I will be consumed by my own fear I must stay in my world Inside my field of rainbow flowers and skies of fairies If you hate the truth Come with me To my secret world My greatest weapon against realism To escape the weight of the world Welcome to my wonderland Maahum Khan
I played the game of a perfect life No corruption No hate No worries No fear No judgment A world full of kings and queens We were free We couldn’t see it but We all wore chains We were all running from the darkness in our life Pretending it wasn’t there because it wasn’t what we wanted to see As the cracks in the walls grew, The prettier you were The smarter you were The kinder you were The better you were But although sadness grew through the air, The knowledge of imperfection was the death of us But the chains grew weak And the cracks were closing up We started noticing the shadows The glow of imperfections The light of flaws And the beauty of it