I know you all too well
I know that look in your eyes when there's something bothering you
Your voices changes, I can tell easily
I ask "What's the matter, darling"
You reply "Nothing" followed by a forced smile
Because you know that if you're sad I get sad
You want me to be happy
I love you for that
But I know there's something bothering you
It bothers me that you won't tell me
I just want to make you feel okay
I just want to help

you tell me to describe you,
but there's no words good enough
they say there's fish in the sea,
but you're a diamond in the rough

it's tough to be patient,
but you make time fly by
you're the perfect creation
and you don't even try

I'm confident it'll work,
and it'll be hell if I'm wrong
because you're stuck in my head
you're my new favorite song

you're the sound of the water,
the birds and the waves,
I think I need rehab
because you're the drug I crave

silence surrounds me, along with darkness
as the wet street is dimly lit by lights
that bounce off the ground, seemingly out of focus
and rather crystallized by the sediment we rest upon
because nothing is more calming, and peaceful for some reason
than those hours after midnight
where I can wander, free
travelling bodies of machinery may run by, noisy
every five or ten minutes but the silence in between
is what warms me, despite the cold of the night
my feet will lay tracks among the cement as I journey,
to wherever I want to, I have nowhere to be,
I don't have a path, I just roam to wherever my legs will take me
and I can sit upon the cold, wet wood at a playground and barely
see my body because it's nearly black, I just hear my breath,
I hear the drip drops of water from rooftops, the rubbery wheels
as they wound the road and most of all my heartbeat,
everything tuning into my own personal metronome
as my heart tatters, so do the drops of water and machinery drifting,
like an ambient song for none other than myself,
pure satisfaction

everybody gets hurt,
it's like getting a cut
or even falling on your knee
and things heal with time

but you don't have a remote in life
you can't fast forward through the bad
rewind to the good
you can only live through it

and even though you know it's gonna get better
that cut, those knees, that twisted ankle
they hurt
and you feel pain

you can't just ignore the pain
think about how "it's fine, time heals things"
because it's about the moment
and you can't fast forward to the good

you live with it,
live with the pain,
live with your choices
pain matters

you can't escape it
all you can do is wait
and waiting for the pain to leave
is agony

I write down my thoughts, I word out my mind like a translator filling in these blank spaces
I can write endlessly, and I write best when my emotions get the best of me
It helps me, like my own personal therapy
However, people keep telling me over that love is the most powerful of emotions
So when people go and look at the words I've written down they can immediately notice a pattern
They notice that a huge portion of my poems all seemingly take me down one road
One road to that one girl
Maybe those people were right

I come off as an ******* but trust me when I say it's not my intention
Trying to comprehend these assumptions you're inventing
and trust me I know, cause I'm paranoid too but it's hard not to be annoying when I love you
and I do my best to make things fair, I try my best to make sure I care
that glimpse of happiness as I sit there and stare.

I come off as an ******* but trust me when I say it's not my intention
I'm sorry that I'm so attached, you're just my obsession
and trust me I know, I need some time too, but I can't go too long without missing you
and I do my best not to be square, I try my best to make sure I care
that glimpse of happiness as I sit there and stare
at you.

I no longer want to identify as a grain among the beach,
being swept over by waves of blue and rain crashing down onto me,
I have no desire to be stepped on countless times, and thrown away
and I want to have control, at least some

I have no desire either to be the ocean, crashing my tides all over
or even a drop of rain, crashing down to the ground quickly
I would love to be a bird and spread my wings
I want people to hear me and know I am here

I want to fly away from home
I want to fly across the sea
I want to fly and soar my wings
before I fly away from me

our words flow like rivers,
but rather than water,
we speak in paradoxes,
we blame ourselves,
when we aren't to blame,
and we blame others,
when we feel weak,
is there a solution?
how can I love and hate myself,
all at once?
we're born into these expectations
and as we progress through our life
it seems like the more years that pass,
the more expectations we gain,
and as I sit down and watch that clock tick,
thinking of all those questions asked,
wondering where I'll be in five years,
who I'll be in five years,
but I'm still looking for those answers,
we're shoved in a box,
expected to carve our own path, to where we want to be
because life is a series of decisions,
and I still don't even know me

What hurts me the most, is knowing you're hurt
and the fact that you won't tell me what's wrong
You blame yourself, you say over and over again
"It's my fault, it's all my fault"
It's not, but you can't seem to grasp that
I don't want you being hurt
I wish I could just make you happy and never see a single frown come from you again
But I sit here, knowing you're crying, knowing you're blaming yourself for something thats not your fault and it hurts me,
You tell me I shouldn't care about you, but the fact of the matter is
I care about you more than I care about myself
I can't see you hurt anymore, I just want to help you
I just want to make you happy
So please, let me.

our relationship is akin to an 8-year-old,
I'm warm near you, but far away I get cold,
I spy you in my thoughts, I want to hold you like a bat
let us hold each other, sitting on that grade school mat
we play hide and seek with our words, we hide our anger and seek love
and try to grip it tight like a club with a golf glove,
attempting to settle the score even if we play for fun
because we're both just trying to be each others #1
but sometimes our words fight, cops and robbers
and after we'll regret it because really, why bother
we can quote old movies, "I am your father."
until we are old, and I sat to our kids "I am your father."
let us grow old with wrinkles, our love will stay young
we can play these childish games, but with this rare love
we've already won

I'm warm blooded but the blood let my fingers run cold
I clench them into a fist in hopes and desperation of bringing the warmth back
My visions hazy, cold sweats run like an endless river
My eyes shoot in every direction
Heart sank like the titanic in my stomach, which I'm sick to
I shake a little, every time I breathe I inhale more pessimism
Thoughts eat me like Hannibal
Served fresh on a plate like a gourmet
Just a sprinkle of self hatred
My emotions driven like a car
Where are the brakes

my anxiety roots inside my lungs, it makes me short of breath
trying to build a tree inside me with leaves of panic and death
and my chest pumps hard with my drum of an *****
I just want to be happy, I just want to do it for them
because these people are intimidated when they see me in person
because I always look sad and down, like a drama film I'm rehearsing
so I'm on a life long scavenger hunt, and it's happiness I'm searching
and I just want to stand up, but this places just makes me slip
until I hurt all over, floor against my hip and I' just want to sink under
since they just run and leave, hearing the words my lips utter
my thoughts are never white, only black so I guess I'm out of color

I lay in bed, music blasting, staring at the ceiling
temper hot as a fresh cup of darjeeling
darling, please leave me be
because my mind is a cage
I just wish it'd be set free

I'm hard not to notice I guess
I stand out
I wish I didn't, I wish I could be the ghost of the hallway
Not a single person even glances
But as I walk through the hallways filled with students, glares are shot at me like gunfire
My mind filled with paranoia at the possibility that these kids are all silently judging me
I just have a weird thought that everybody secretly hates me and it haunts me
I think about it every day, I wish I could stop but my mind is always filled with thoughts
I sit here in my room, thinking that perhaps this person is only talking to me because they feel bad
Maybe that's just me being paranoid
Maybe I'm right
I can lay for hours in an attempt to sleep with no progress whatsoever
I have to stay up until the point I get so tired I pass out
That leads to constant thinking, me laying on my bed
My laptop beside me playing soft, mellow music
My mind destroys me in all honesty
Every one of my thoughts is a paradox
Every one of my thoughts is another question
Why am I so paranoid
Sometimes I just feel like I'm insane
Maybe I need help
I just wish my thoughts could stop for at least one minute
Someone please **** me

dear love of mine,
I want to hold you beside me
I want to reminisce over our inside jokes
and apologize for how stupid I have been
and you can do the same,
let us spend one night together
even if it's just silent because just knowing you're there
is enough to make me feel better
let me hold your hand
and I will lose myself in those eyes
and you can laugh at me, I wouldn't care
because you make me feel comfortable
and barely anybody can do that
let me love you, please
let us get lost in our memories
and make fun of the embarrassing things in our past
I just want to remember a good time with you,
a happy time, just a perfect night
like my own little romance movie
that is more dear to me than any movie could be
I romanticize every single detail and fragment of you
and as I lay, trying to sleep you tatter my mind,
and for some reason
I am completely okay with that
lest we forget the bad, my love
and together we can be happy

vacant I am, seemingly of emotion
but barriers eventually fall, void and despondent
maybe just paranoid
my emotions show, visible to the light from which is resides
but in the darkness I can sit, invisible for a moment
pondering whether that may be the reason I'm nocturnal
I feel like I need my own map
because even I don't know myself

do you remember when we were happy
do you remember when things were good
do you remember when we treated each other like we should
we've turned from humans to cannibals,
devouring each other like animals
to see who can eat their heart first like an episode of hannibal
but give me a remote, please rewind
back to those happy memories when you were mine
it was so divine, it was so divine
but now I'm just wishing things would at least be fine
I am not a controller, I can't pause and think
I'm just slipping on ice like a hockey rink
and like a hockey rink, I just keep getting colder
feeling like I'm crazy, full of ******* disorders
so I pick up the remote, I hope it can rewind
because what I remember, is what it should be like all of the time
and not this **** that makes me scared, this **** that makes me sad
this **** that ******* kills me, its this **** that makes me mad
because we were everything, our souls bonded like superglue
if I could drive back in time, I'd jump in that suburu
walk in my shoes, feel my pain and tell me what you would do
because I lose my temper, but that can't be helped
you can only take so much, that can't be helped
and the crazy thing about it is even after the fighting
you lit up my life, bright like lightning

so please tell me if you remember those memories of love
those corny lines, wondering if you were sent from above
but now those memories fly away like a dove, and if I could fly,
I would go and catch them, because I want to collect our joy again,
but now all I want to do is die, so take me back to december
when everything was fine, tell me do you remember
remember when you were mine?

The one thing they didn't teach you in school is other peoples motives
It leaves me wondering, to this day what I could of possibly done
My mind drives me like I'm its car
It drives me to the edge of the cliff, so close to falling and flattening itself into the ground
The doors are locked but its just bringing me along for the ride

my heart is a violin, you played with my heart strings
I was hungry for love, but now for happiness I'm starving
darling, my mind is a movie theater and it's our memories I'm watching
scarring my mind, you're still a part of me
but now I can give up trying to be what you want to see
honestly, the memories are good but I want an eraser
because when I say goodbye, I'll just see you in my mind later
you colored my life with marker, but now I'm starting to see grayer
I disfavor everything that we turned to
you lit my paper heart and I'm sorry that it burned you
I turned to the worst, I got out of hand
spilling dramatic feelings like an emotional soda can
but I had the right to be angry and people are different when they're mad
although you knew you had the knife, and you even took a stab
so is it my fault? it's what I wonder in the ending
because everything was so flawless from that perfect beginning
but I guess we're mismatched puzzle pieces, we can no longer connect
so I'm left with your frog bag of memories, trying to dissect
electing for the memories to go and pass me like a car
but I can only throw my baseball of a heart so far,
and so far it really ***** but I guess it's for the better
and you'll always be a part of me, but no longer warm me like a sweater
and so far it really ***** but I guess it's for the better
things would be different if it was later that I met her

I sit here and I type for hours, just to delete it in hopes of bellowing some of my teenage angst
just to rid myself of this pain that's eating me from the inside
my biggest fear has always been the thought of not being able to escape
but I'm living in his fear, this reality that I don't want to be in
and I can't escape

There's no such thing as forever, perhaps only in the fairy tales
But when I look into your eyes I want to make those fairy tales a reality
Because every day, every second is just me waiting
Me waiting to hear your voice,
Nothing makes me more happy than you
You are my prozac, you are my xanax
You are my everything, and I never want to let you go

I am aflame, my touch burns
I incinerate everything in range
whether it's my love, or the things I've earned
and I've yearned to be looked up to
but now they just want to put me out
because my mind is breeding misery
and it's panic and anxiety that sprouts
without a doubt, I'm not to anger
because I will burn you down
I am nothing but danger
I just want to cut the sound
someone please just put me out
burn me instead, but the fire will live on
I am already dead

in 2010, there were 8 school shootings in the U.S.
in 2011, there were 10
in 2012, there were 14
in 2013, there were 28
in the first half of 2014
there have been 38 school shootings

this is fact,
not fiction

reality,
not a story

we continue to dream,
we want to live in glory

we abuse those below us,
hate those that rise

we all don't want second,
we can only settle for first prize

we're selfish and that's the truth,
don't try to deny it and lie

we don't live to obey
but we die to defy

it's like we want the pain,
to really feel alive

I see your smile and for a moment it's like I know every thing is going to be alright
I love everything about you, all your mannerisms
When I tell you that you're beautiful and you smile, you look down
I tell you how cute your smile is and you cover it with your hand and let out a quiet giggle
In response telling me to stop
I can just look at her, just look into her eyes
My thoughts just go blank
and I hate thinking
I love how you try to look good for me
and I love that you don't have to try
Because I've seen you at your so-called worst
and there's nothing remotely bad about it
My day revolves around waiting to talk to you
It's like I'm obsessed
I am, I guess
I feel creepy but I don't care anymore honestly
I don't care because I want happiness
and she gives me it

you are my ****** and I am addicted to having you flow through me
but now I have to quit before I get hurt again, I am scared
and it is hard to detox, it feels impossible to overcome it
I wish it could go back to the beginning, before it turned on me
when everything was perfect, and I was euphoric
but now, my dear ******
I need my prozac back
and I beg of you to return, because I long for you,
my sweet ******
this infatuation, this addiction, this needle
this love

I am addicted to you,
and it's hard to let go

you say that you deserve this,
I tell you that you don't
and I tell you to talk to me
and it hurts that you won't

all I can say is sorry,
all I can do is try,
all I can do is hope
that I won't hear that goodbye

"everything's gonna be okay"
but you tell me, it will never
and now my words are trapped
inside my throat like a broken lever

please, let me help you
please, hear my words
please, try to remember the good
floating like boats & birds

I swore I'd be there whenever you would need me
and I try and I try, those words sprayed like graffiti
but it's not easy, I try to make it all better
but your heart stays shredded like cheese & cheddar

so tell me how to help,
tell me what to do,
I don't wanna see you sad
because I love you

and so tell me how to help,
tell me what to do,
show me the darkness,
I'll let the light shine through

my hatred of hypocrisy, is a strong one
yet I manage to accomplish being one
I said suicide is stupid, maybe I just didn't understand
because finding happiness now, is hard like contraband
and I always complain about everything being a paradox
but right now it couldn't be any more evident
masking the lines in between whether I want to live or die
and for some reason I don't want to live, and I don't want to die
I just want to forget all of this anxiety and build up depression
from moving away from where I was truly happy and my friends
and now I'm stuck in a place where I can't be myself
and that's all I want to be so I am a breathing cry for help
and my poetry, the words and my movies help me getaway
but I'm scared I'll do something stupid if those words don't help me
those realms where I don't have to think about me but instead bleed my emotions until they help me create these words I type to whomever is listening because for some reason I feel like whoever you are, can understand me because it's so hard and last time I tried talking to someone close about this they ran away, or they lied to me because they were scared I'd actually do it

words are power
but I am powerless over the actions I perform whether it's yelling
or wanting to just sink deep into the water
I feel like I have no control over my actions
but I do, it's just built up anger and sadness that eats me away
and these people tell me "your life isn't even bad"
and I have nothing to say in reply
because maybe it isn't
they say "you always got whatever you wanted"
and maybe I was spoiled as a kid, I was an only child
but if I got whatever I wanted, I'd still have people worrying about me,
being there for me and most of all just being happy
and they also tell me my expectations are too high
so I try to lower them, to the point where they're almost non existent
but when I look at that timestamp with you knowing I'm not having a good time and two hours have passed since you've replied and I see you post something in the mean time and I just want you to be happy and be with you but a relationship where only one person can be happy is not a relationship

I want to indulge in my selfishness because I've sacrificed plenty enough for the happiness of my peers and in return I get nothing but a pit of sorrow and broken dreams because I'm stuck in a small town with barely anybody to help me swim through this trench I'm stuck in

we all hate loneliness
but we choose to ignore
we all say we're sad
and that life is a bore

oh time to explore
only to capture it on camera
and then we leave that whole area
to post it online

i mean we're inside,
most of the time
sitting behind devices
writing words that rhyme

we're happy with crime,
until it takes a live,
but you'd be contributing
if she was still alive

so tell me now
how does it work
we dont know intelligence
but we know how to twerk

prepubescents saying **** now
when we used to say ****,
i wish it would change, now
if only words worked

I can tell you a hundred times and you still won't believe me
Thinking you're not good enough, that you're worthless
I don't think you realize how hard I try for you
The one thing I was born without is motivation
But I'm motivated, I put so much effort into this that you can't even fathom
It's nice to think about fantasy, to think of the outlandish
All of the things we could do but I want to make it work
and when you tell me it won't ever work it hurts me
You think that just because it hurts me, that you're a horrible person
It really isn't your fault for my expectations being so high, for me to dream
and you to throw me back into reality
and you leave me hear to ponder, time after time without a word
I wish I could escape sometimes, but if I were given the opportunity I honestly wouldn't despite wanting to
It's as if I need you
Maybe it's my mind working these crazy ways, building up an unrealistic future or perhaps I really do

Every day it gets worse, you'd think I'd learn from my actions
All this paranoia and **** causing a reaction
And I wonder why people always stack gin
So unorganized, about the opposite of a faction
Because I live my biggest fear, living lonesome in isolation
While people are going wild, for the easy excuse of celebration
and I'm patient it will end, but it depends how I react
letting go of the sad, the happiness attempting to retract
and so do I to my room, the sun shines bright but I shine gloom
I infect all, you can call me the poison fume
so I sit here now, my back warm against the wall
wondering and wondering how long it will be
before I fall

I really do feel like I'm going crazy
I can sit in bed and just be swarmed with thoughts as if they were bees and I were covered in honey
My mind likes to play games, it likes to feed me feelings of paranoia and anxiety
It feeds me thoughts I wish I didn't have, I feel like one day my mind is going to **** me
and I can write poem after poem begging my mind to stop, to just stop thinking for a single moment
But I already know for a fact that it won't do a **** thing
For some odd reason however, this keeps going back to you
I feel like you're the only reason I'm sane anymore
and I feel like if you just got up and threw me away, I feel like you'd be throwing away my sanity as well
Because as much as you don't believe it
I need you

I haven't had a nightmare in eight years,
despite having anxiety, lots of brain activity and eating before bed
despite having stress or even sleeping in uncomfortable positions
all of those are the leading causes for nightmares
and those all happen excessively to me
so tell me why I can't sleep at night
tell me why I can only sleep when I'm so tired I pass out
perhaps there's a reason
or maybe it's because every time I go to sleep, I dream
and every time I wake up,
I wake up into a nightmare.

invincible
it's the way you make me feel
you give me a sense of reality when nothing else is real
you heal my insecurities so I can deal with myself
you make me happy when there's nothing but depression on my shelf
and when I look into your eyes, it's like perfection itself
and I'm more than lucky and a lot less than deserving
you make me feel alive when it's death they're serving
you make me feel
invincible

I promise
that I will never leave you,
it'll be you before it's me,
I will never leave you
unless my spirit parts, just like the sea
and can't you see, that I'm wrong
and that you can easily do better
but if you left, I'd be cold
leaving me alone, without a sweater
you're my warmth, you make me happy
and I just hope I can to
trust me when I say I'm trying
and when I say that I love you
so can you stay, you're better than my prescription
just give me that daily dose, because surely you're my new addiction
and let me get my fix, as those words escape your lips
"do you really love me?" you say, and I say
I promise

I want to make you happy, I want to make those tears stop rolling down your face
Leaving wet trails on your skin, your eyes red, your voice lowers
I can hear that audible tone of depression for a moment
I tell you everything is going to be okay
Your lips start moving, pacing more quickly
"It's my fault"
I tell you to be quiet for a second
I tell you to breathe
"Everything is going to be alright, I promise" I mutter
You disagree but as my attempts to make you feel better move forward the tears slowly fade
Your tone changes, I keep telling you things, you may think that I'm just saying them
But I can honestly tell you I mean everything
and the best feeling I can get is knowing you're okay
I hear that adorable giggle, and my stomach tightens
There's nothing I want more than you to be happy

I guess it's time for dinner, cause my paranoia is hungry
My emotions unhinged, thoughts racing like a speedway
It eats me from the inside like a bacteria disease
I shake like a tremor, cold sweat embedded upon my skin
My heart sinks to my stomach like an anchor
All I can do now is wait, that's all there is
It's like a prison more than anything
My emotions flow like a river, a fast stream
Carrying all these bad thoughts and flowing them in my head
Filling them up, is there an off button
The only way out is to die but I don't want to do that
It controls me like a robot though
My heart beats faster and faster
I feel like I'm going to throw up
I feel sick to my stomach
But what can I do
Thoughts of you invade my mind
and they won't escape
they won't escape
I wish I could escape
I wish

lit by the sunlight is none other than your skin, intertwining with that of my own,
meshing in the air is our thoughts and beliefs, and our future being carefully devised before us,
it's not hard to think ahead, or at least dream ahead that perhaps just like right now,
our skin will still be touching as you lay softly next to me in five years time,
it's nice to think I will be happy for more than this moment can last
and perhaps you hold that key, its just up to you to use it

I know you more than I know myself, despite you thinking differently,
your smile glows brighter in my thoughts than it does in the sunlight
overwhelming would be a word to describe you,
you've seen me in light, whereas others have only seen me in the dark
thinking realistically maybe this won't last forever, nothing does
but I can dream

Through the darkness, is what beholds the light
But through the mirror, really seeing ourselves in that light
Seeing who we truly are seems over most people's perception
Seemingly distorted, it remains
As if it were a lifelong puzzle and they key is nothing and no one but ourselves
Revealing ourselves is more than just a look in the mirror
It takes sacrifice

my pencil taps like a metronome against the wood that is my desk
each second being counted by my mind longing for the sound of the blaring bell
to indicate it's time to move on, I play the waiting game all day
sitting alone in the corner of the room, every couple minutes dazing out the window into the scenery
all the kids in the classroom mindlessly talking away, my ears focusing in and out of conversations
not because I want to hear but instead because I'm forced, their mouths blaring like sirens off a firetruck
I sit here, thoughts eating me away like always waiting for the day to come to an end,
waiting for the time I get to myself to lay in bed and stare up at the ceiling for seemingly no reason at all
I feel more lonely than ever, the feeling that no body cares or has any genuine interest in me anymore,
the feeling that my friends hate me and even if they say they don't I won't believe them
the feeling that I just want to lay here and wait for the day to come where I go to sleep and don't wake up
but I want to live, I want to see the next day and hope that something happens, something of a miracle
maybe everything will come together one day, and that's what I'm hoping for
but until then, here in my bed I will lay pondering of what good things may come
I just hope they come soon

I'm stuck, I'm lost
I'm just looking for the exit
in this never ending maze,
and I'm a never ending skeptic

well, it seems that it's infinite
just like my thought process,
and my ways of staying diffident
I'm looking for a solution,
but it seems to be rhetorical,
so I just answer my questions
with unclear answers that are metaphorical

I'm drowning, sinking deep
on this never ending quest for never ending sleep
but it's just never ending hell
and I'm blinded by confusion
is this the life I live
or a never ending delusion

I knew from the moment I saw you smile, that I needed you
That sounds odd, looks are perceiving, usually misleading
The happiest looking people seem to be the least happiest
It's always hard to tell, but I knew from the second I saw you
That I would love you
So my eyes open, opening to a new day
The first thought in my head is you
So my eyes close, ready to sleep
and the last thought in my head
is you

Is love real
Is love a trick of the mind
I don't know, but I think I love you

love of mine, no more
you threw my fragments on the floor
and you were with me through the happy
you were with me being sappy
you're not with me anymore,

oh love of mine, no more
I see your face in my mind,
reminiscing to those memories of us being kind
oh love of mine

oh sweet love of mine, no more
I'll miss you knocking on my door
when you told me things would be fine
but now they're not, you're not mine
sweet love of mine, no more

My memory is absolutely awful
Seemingly though, the only things I seem to remember are the most random and unimportant
Maybe they are important, maybe they define me
Maybe my mind is trying to tell me something

I remember being four years old, moving into my new house
The house I spent the biggest portion of my life in
I remember holding my dad's hand, walking to the park
The vibrant red and yellow colors are vivid in my mind
This was when I was truly happy, I had no cares in the world
I wasn't paranoid like I am now, I was just so unaware of everything going on
I was laughing, my short red hair radiating in the summer sun

I remember my first day of school ever
I remember being so lost and confused
I ran to the playground, so unaware of where I was supposed to be
What I was supposed to be doing
Kids filled the playground, as I sat facing away from it
My head in my hands
I turned around and in front of me I see a girl
This girl 1 year from now would be my best friend for five years
I don't remember anything else from that year but that.

What is my mind trying to tell me

my thoughts run like a faucet
I wish I could sleep
I feel like I've lost it
I just lay here and weep
and I think how it's crazy
how fast lives are lost
from 911 to the holocaust
to suicide to overdosing
to accidents to accidental choking
and there's no way to tell
there's no way to know
life could end any second
expectations are low
I try to rewind
to slow down time
but I'm trapped in a box

mime

I wish you'd stop playing these games
I gave up a long time ago, you left me pondering for months to come
Hoping there was a possibility but you threw that to the ground
It's been a while
I really did think you were great, I put in so much
It hurt me to see you throw it all away before my eyes
I'm not blaming you
You need to understand that
For months I sat there
In the dark, your memory vivid in my mind
The smile you gave after my lips left yours
I won't forget
But now it's time to move on