I still go back and fix my old writings. Keep it tidy and sing my own words so mighty. I allow myself to think it's still a battle worth fighting. Fooled by the faulty lighting and it's frightening to see his grip around you tightening and me just sitting there whining. Still stuck in here minding my own, waiting for someone to reap the what you've sewn. I sit alone on my cell phone in my room waiting for you to come home, but of course I'm trapped like a mouse when I see you. Amazed. Star gaze looking at you. My mind is out of ink so I'll write it on a blank page. Put the fire down while my heart burns for you; Set a blaze. Don't put me out and I won't let you down. Not until you put me six feet under ground. It's hard to imagine that I could be okay, when you say, "Today, I met a boy. I hope this one stays." Yeah until you throw him away like an old toy; Broken. Well let me tell you something, he's broken now and tired of running. I'll walk and when your castle comes crumbling down, you can come back with that beautiful frown and talk to my chalk. Oh my, oh my, It's true. Even after I die, **** right I'll still miss you. But the difference is I'll be free of this torture. I'll have peace and you'll finally be rid of me.