In your bedroom, in the dark
You arise to the sound of thunder.
You know your bedroom like an art
now get up and try to maneuver.

In the hallway, in the dark
With dips and cracks much deeper-
Deeper than you ever thought.
Now it gets more tricky,
Running through the maze.
The darkness gets more sticky
Trapping you in it's craze.

You are safe in the darkness
As long as you stand still.
Now you are stuck in the darkness.
You have been and always will.

Words on a page
Nothing but words on a page
The touching truth
A deceiving lie
Nothing but words on a page
Dreamers
Thinkers
Lovers
Wishers
All their words written on a page
Written in stone
Written in sand
Written with this pen in my hand
Words are powerful
Words are magical
Their meanings may differ
But they are always simply,
Words on a page.

The theft of a heart is an unpunished crime
One that's been committed - committed to mine.
The joy you feel when in love is a trap
Only to be bent and broken. SNAP!
I blame myself for the pain I've caused;
To live in a sea of red.
To jump for joy once I've found the boy
Only to find out he's dead.
Dead of emotion - but only to you
Not to the ones he trusts.
You've broken that trust - but not because you absolutely must.
The pain of love is not restricted
It is not restrained
It goes on holding all feeling
And creating more pain.

Looking in the mirror you see from whence you came
Looking back was never meant to be filled with so much pain
I know where I have been and
I know where I plan on going
But by looking in the mirror I see what is really showing
I’m the girl you once knew but never understood
I’m the girl who could do great things but never dreamed she could
I’m the girl who looked in the mirror and saw who she really was
I’m the girl, with broken dreams of roses and of doves
I’m the girl whose heart was broken into two
I’m that girl, don’t you remember?
But who, may I ask, are you?
The broken shards behind me, hide what is really there
The blood and pain of others who pretended to really care
Giving up my love was such an easy thing to do
But I gave it up to early, I gave it all to you
We were young and unafraid of what would soon become
Of us together, apart or us together as one?
It was magic, it seemed to be
The magic of you and the magic of me
But magic doesn’t work for those who refuse to pay
So we paid yesterday, we’re paying now, we pay for it today
I’m the girl who forgot nothing comes without a price
I’m the girl whose great friend was a long and sharp kitchen knife
I’m the girl you loved but then quickly threw away
I’m the girl who looked in the mirror and saw who she is today
I’m the girl whose heart was broken into two
I’m that girl, don’t you remember?
But who, may I ask, are you?