the piano softly builds
then he starts to sing

this boy that everybody hates
just singing

making us realize
once again
why we fell in love with him

his voice brings back memories
his lyrics drawing out emotions you wanted to forget

he sits there
just singing

making sure that we don't forget
him, this, and us

i used to call myself a reckless heart
that was a lie

my heart hasn't been reckless
at all

you've held it for years
without my permission

i don't know how to take it back
when it's been yours this whole time

i am sick of the box i am in
i don't want to be here
i didn't put myself here

that was other peoples doing
not mine

i shouldn't be known as the quiet one
i'm not

don't say i'm perfect and could do no wrong
that is far from the truth

i don't want you to tell me i'm shy
i haven't been for a while

stop putting me in places i don't fit
i should decide who i am

i don't need a box
i can figure out who i am
without you

i am sick of you ignoring me
not answering my messages
not even looking at them

you said you cared
you said you like talking

i guess you lied

no i have no way to tell you
how much i hate you
how much you ruined me
how much i loved you

if the shooting stars
went over our heads
would you sit with me
and make a wish instead
and let's pretend
that constellations are our friends
we'll point them out
one by one
until every little star
has begun
to understand
that it is more
than just a little one
it's part of a masterpiece
one i can only wish upon
once a week
so stay with me
and make a wish
underneath the stars
and the galaxies

i was lying on the floor
staring up at the ceiling
the laughter from my family
floating towards me
i should have been there
part of that
for once everyone was there
except for me
because i'm never there,
and in that moment
on the floor
with distant sounds of my family
i thought about dying
clarification.
i thought about killing myself
it hit me like a wave
almost coming out of nowhere
reminding me of the problems i have
haunting my every move.
but i got up,
cleaned up,
and walked out of my room
trying to act like a tsunami hadn't come
destroying everything
yet again

you seemed to be all the colors
that made up this beautiful + vibrant person

i can't wear colors
they remind me of you

the color exploding behind my eyes
is made up of the memories i have of you

all my thoughts have turned monochrome
it's hard to remember the color that was there

the colors i loved i now hate
they remind me of when i still had you

now i have lost you