Tears are for the weak they said,
Even though they cry at night,
Light a candle and watch.it.drip.
It will happen to all your lies

Watching from the corner,
pretending to belong in there,
But its ones like I that see,
through your wall of..

standing in the corner
believing you should be there,
but its the ones like  you that see,
through the wall

that awkward moment,
when i looked you in the eye
and promised nothing

thinkin,
that i wont hang around
i promised nothing

I see that you,
may have found your way
but it means nothing

oh honey,
i know that you wont stay
but it means nothing

blinded by the lies of lust
chose to drink from the forbidden cup
the daydream ends as i awake
just to find myself lying in an empty space

i reach out my hand
feeling the air
a dent in the bed, where you once may lay
a fire inside
that screams your name
my heart beats so fast
at the thought of your gaze

I sit at home on a Wednesday,
Not knowing what to do.
Being shouted and screamed at
By the ones that know not to.

I feel the tension in my body
As it runs through my spine,
And I just hope that one day,
Someone might be kind.

i sit here,
trying to refuel my passions
for the many things
he took away from me

i sit here
not embarrassed
of who i am

i sit here
sometimes questioning myself

because his voice at the back of my head
still judges me
for liking the things i do

i sit here
trying to regain the pieces of me

that had fallen all over the floor

i am almost there
i am almost full