I have to come clean
I've been thinking about the meaning
I live behind the curtain
Searching to be a new person
Rehearsing in the mirror
Took a second to think about it
Not about to talk about it
People telling me to wake up
When I sing my songs and live my life then I'll be up
Clinging to fact of being alright
I just wanted you with me, alright
Holding on with all my might all night
Scared to fight the ghost under my desk
Infested with ludicrous thoughts
I could not believe
Received all that you gave to me
You ran away from me
I didn't cheat, you see
But it all started with Emily
I have to come clean
I've been thinking about the meaning
About where did we go
With these cops though
Beating blacks with a paycheck
When they die I hope they find there way down, hope they hear the flames sound
Brighter than the sun
Drowning in a pond of words
You told me this
What to search, is what life is for
Never thought about like this before
Never seen me like this before
You asked me more
Stringing the wrong chords
Then I told you sure
Walking down to the shore
You said how could you ignore
I started to think of my wrongs
I went down and laid on the floor
You took me down to show me that it wasn't meant to be me
Hiding away from my family
Sinking lower daily
I have to come clean
I've been thinking about the meaning
Because it all started with Emily

The only way to home
Is if the rain stops my pain
Mainly from what I did
I could see your eyelids
Violent girl
I see you
You I see
Running away
From the love, that comes this way
Now your flowers are blooming
Soothing, relief passes
Mass effects of stray
Now your starting to delay in our date
I took you in my arms
You tie your lace facing me
I lock up my zipper
And head towards you
I want to deliver
Deliberately
But accidentally stomping on your lane
Dilirious you are
Inshamed I am

I know, how it felt being the good one
It's was fine, all you have to do is be completely honest with yourself and to them
But being the good one out of five is like you're a new gang leader
Getting trampled to death when in sight
Being the good child is like getting whatever you want but soon taken away from the hospital ready children
Your happiness is drowning in water
You later get the chance to get payback but always turns horrific for you
Their you go getting beaten up again
It's sad but at least you're smarter
But its also not that bad
You use them for bullies
And you always have the good times playing games together
It was fine
I know, how it felt being the good one
How was it for you?

Emptiness is blissful
The absence of stress
The void of silence
The feeling of an empty bed
That only your body can fill.

It seems cruel
It seems scary,
But like the night
Which once frightened us as kids
Becomes safe haven for the wondering mind.

Yes there are joys that come
With the passing of time
Surrounded by people, sounds, and objects
That can bring such pleasures,
But with each pro there is a con.

The hate
The resentment
The overwhelming of pressure,
It can become too much.
So you push it all away.

And just like that,
No worries
Nothing to hate
No construct of sound
Or responsibilities

Just blissful emptiness.