Roses are dead
Violets were fake
Lift up your head
Hear that old snake

What is strong?
What is weak?
Do you know either, Natalie?
You say you're not strong
What are you?
I know that in no way are you weak
There are no expectations to live up to
No limits to defy
There is only you
You're
            Words
                      Thoughts
                                       Actions
                                          Tears            
                               Arms
                       Fears
              Heart
    Scars
Every beautiful streak of light in your smile
Everything in you making you fall
Now, fall back to me
When time comes, run away
You aren't a quitter
Stop trying to give up

I looked in the mirror. All I saw staring back was this beast. I see this monster. This evil creature I'd become. I watch the tears roll down my face, and I just look so much uglier. "How do I fight you?!" I shout. I look so small. I'm weak. I can't handle my thoughts, emotions. I can barely lift an eight pound weight well. I'm puny. I am useless in school. I feel unloved by near everyone. I can't stand this creature in the mirror. I can't be weak anymore.
I tilt the chair
My feet dangle and kick
And just as the world fades, I see that this made me weaker than I was before. I never could be strong. How ironic.

We look out our windows
I wish I could talk
Find somthing to say
Everything dies
Nobody stays
Love can go cold
You can let go
All fears will grow old
We never stayed together
We always said, "I love you"
We tried tried to like the other
You once said you hate me
Now, baby, just hate me
We know that we're flawed
And we know I'm the true monster

Words without meaning
They came from my mouth
Inspiration to others
Nothing to myself
I never wrote what I wanted
I wrote it for you
Memories I've haunted
I'm a needle; pull me through

You're underrated
Misunderstood
Is it hard to be happy?
I find myself sad
I look around
"Hey, where's Dad?"
Well, the truth
He isn't an excuse
I make my own smiles
And I'll cry if I get lost

The beauty runs out
The blood goes cold
They try to shout
The killer grows old
My head on the block
No way I could flee
The ax makes a chop
But the killer isn't me