the winter's brought sadness
and all this holiday madness
it's brought love
and regret
and few new people I have met
but coming into the warmth
is what I need
a night in the arms of an angel
or just a night where I can show that I'm fragile
a night by a fire
a night with whom I'd admire

in the arms of an angel
the arms of one who is safe
a night away from this place
and the winter's froze my soul
given me baggage til my hands are full
and hasn't brought me a rest
or a night where I feel my best
I know the season is cold and drear
but in the arms of an angel
it's warm and dear

he was once a boy
a face in the crowd
which brought me no joy

we talked once or twice
didn't mean a thing
timing not right
I was else where
dreaming of someone else
who didn't want me on their shelf

so this boy whom I didn't feel for
liked me just so much more
but I couldn't see
him so perfectly
for I was looking elsewhere
at one who didn't care

...so this boy told me I was looking in the wrong place
and I couldn't see the beauty in his face
my mind still caught on someone else
I was stupid to not see
who it was that may have been right for me

for the boy that cared
I didn't have those feelings shared
but time went on
I stopped dreaming of the guy that was wrong
and started friending this guy that felt for me

though he had gotten a girlfriend
he became my best friend
and I'm getting close to this boy who once wanted me
but now he's taken
and I sit around crying
about a boy who once felt for me
about a boy who now isn't loving me

we all want to be loved
to have someone to love
but how can you be loved
if you don't love yourself?
if you don't love yourself
how could you properly love anyone else?

see there is our flaw
we have it meaningless
to feel something for an instant
to feel we're important to someone
but the empty physical touch
is only that, then done

the physical moment we touch
is nothing more
never would fill a life time
never could fill your world
and all you want to feel

we hold ourselves at night alone
hoping for someone to do the same
but how can that be
when you can't even remember the last guy's name?
..and how can you feel
if no contact you have is real?

you keep tripping on eachothers feet
and I'm just watching, wanting to fix it all
but my solution is merely mine, not your intention
and as we dine, you look in her eyes
this is the part that I despise
and I can feel the heat, every tap, every beat
my racing heart and my ice cold glare
breaks you two, eachothers stare
you fall to pieces, the tension so strong
you know I've held on way too long

and you're just tripping on eachothers feet
so much confusion
my desire is not her solution
and you feel my cold stare, my dead eyes
breaking you in two
to think that it could have been just me and you
I crack your voice as I interject
you see me tearing
so you fall to pieces, the tension so strong
because you know I've held on way too long

and you two keep tripping on each others feet
tripping as I watch
wanting to dance into my sense of defeat
by her I've been beat
and her satisfaction now tears me
her satisfaction is what wears me
and you know I feel it, you feel it too
so then I run, grab you, and sob
and before you said goodbye
I watched you try to grab the dinner check
but your cash went short
so you only covered her meal
and I swear this mustn't be real
and by now I'm trying to hold back, no more tears
I almost did crack watching you two
this was my biggest fear
because I wanted to dance with you
or simply the clarity that this is through

I want to run from bad
stay with good
get the **** out
I do wish I could
find an escape
to save myself
while I'm holding on
I'm being let go by everyone else

I'm intuitive
so I do know
that I wasn't good enough
even when I put on the show

And **** the lies
the cover up
**** it all
cause' no matter what I do
I continue to fall

So **** that *****
I'm not dumb
I know she won
the best **** thing that I now do see is done

Wrong is attracted to me
I'm trying to find right
this is the ****
that keeps me up at night
but even when
I find something good enough for ME
I'm not good enough for it
and don't you see
I'm nothing more than a week of fun
because after that
everybody's done

Every slammed door,
every scream,
every second was like a dream.
This dream brought me misery,
this dream brought me pain,
this dream was my parents
going insane.

she puts on a smile every day
she tries to be nice in every way
yet she is always about to cry
she feels that her life is one big lie
hiding her emotions and hiding her fears
she puts on a smile and holds back the tears