Darker than the sky,
As the sun's blacked out,
By swirling clouds,
Swimming above the trees.

They hold a world,
Full of mystery,
Hope and regret,
That only their owner has seen.

From all the emotion,
That's hidden deep within,
It's the only part of the person that can be picked apart,
From behind their concrete walls.

No matter how strong their outsides may seem,
Their eyes are like mirrors,
Showing reflections of who they really are,
Waiting for someone to break them down.

It's a challenge.

Because nobody really knows,
What a person truly feels,
Until they truly,
Look into someone's eyes.

Selife, Skype, Of Mice & Men, and so much more.
Those are a few things to describe my sister,
We're weird crazy and funny,
Always obsessing over our favorite bands.

She's always there to pick me back up,
When I manage to fall on my face,
If I don't think I can manage,
She's the force that slaps me across the face,
Making me snap out of it.

Music is my calling,
She's known that since the beginning,
She always hears me singing,
And tells me that I will be able to get where I want to go.

She's the Alan Ashby to my Austin Carlile,
The Alex Gaskarth to my Jack Barakat,
The Kellin Quinn to my Vic Fuentes.

Other people might not get what I'm about,
But I know she'll always be there when I want to throw myself off a bridge.
When the lyrics I want to write just won't come.

No matter how many boys break my heart,
Or how many labels turn me down,
She's always going to be right by my side,
To turn that frown around,
And push me towards the finish line.

There's no one quite like my sister,
And I hope she knows,
That I wouldn't have made it this far,
Without her.

“If I say I wouldn't be hostile,
could you say you would do the same?
If we're all made just a little bit broken,
tell me who is to blame?”

We’ve all got battle scars,
wounds from fights we’ve already lost.
You made me promise not to get this bad,
but I can’t seem to control myself around you anymore.

The voices are building up,
I promised,
and I’m still not taking back my word,
but you’ve turned your back.
And you left me in the dark.

I thought I loved you,
but I realized this whole time I was wrong.
I break at the mere mention of your name,
driving my entire life downhill.

I’m always going to be,
a broken imperfect mess.
I tried to change for you,
but there’s nothing else to change.

I’m a damaged marionette,
lying in your disapproving hands.
But this won’t be my defeat.
With my bones exposed,
I stand up and fight.

Fighting for my life back,
for all I want to be.
I might have lost the battle,
but I’m going to win the war.

Lets see how much you need me.

I’m done playing your endless games,
find a different pawn,
I’m through.

“If I say I wouldn't be hostile,
could you say you would do the same?
If we're all made just a little bit broken,
tell me who is to blame?”

I see you walk by,
That daring light behind your eyes,
Making my pulse pound,
Filling my ears with an unfamiliar sound.

You take me worlds away,
No regrets,
Endless thoughts,
Riding on my lips,
Only you can free,
The fire hidden deep within my soul.

You may not be everyone's vision,
Of what perfect may be,
But you are everything to me.

You're an absolute dope half of the time,
But nobody can change my mind like you,
Always wanting me to shine,
You've raised me up when I thought everything was over,
Making me feel unstoppable.

You are my sunshine on a rainy day,
The drum that keeps my song in time,
You are the perfect vision,
You are my perfection.

Barefoot,
Singing with the windows down,
Hair getting whipped around by the breeze swirling around me,
Engulfing me,
Taking me in as its own.

The bright blue green water of the ocean,
Crashing into white surf on the shoreline,
Daring me to fall in time with the waves,
To explore what lies beneath its glassy shell.

Bonfire at night,
Just being with everyone around me,
Sneaking off,
Secret kisses,
Hoping and praying that we'd always feel this way.

Summer changes people,
Makes them better,
Makes life better.

As my hair gets lighter,
Skin gets darker,
Days get longer,
And life gets better...

That's my kind of summer.

"Your hands are meant to hold."
That's always what you told me,
But you never said by who.

I've tried so many hands,
Linking them with my own,
Like trying to find,
That one **** puzzle piece,
That always gets lost in the pile.

I thought I found that missing piece,
That hand to fit perfectly in my own.
But apparently I wasn't his missing puzzle piece,
Because he left me there,
Standing,
Crying in the dark.

I stopped looking for that piece.

But then you come along,
With that face no one knows,
Yet everyone knows your name.
A phantom to the eye,
Yet not to the ear.
With your electric personality.

You take my hands in yours,
Intertwine our fingers,
Making me feel worlds away from the hurt I was just in.

You knew from that day,
When you talked about my hands,
You knew that the only place they would truly fit,
Was your own.