life can be a theme park
not tall enough to ride this ride
merry go round dreams part
where ferris wheel hearts died

when all of the screams start
there is nowhere to hide
roller coaster dreams part
where bumper car hearts died

Maybe I’ve lost my voice because I’ve been screaming for help for years.
Now its the big day and I can barely spill a word
-foolish child, cant you be independent?
well heres what you deserve.

I'm standing in front of a crowd of people
I've tried endlessly to rely on,
and now I'm going to show them how I've failed.

i loved you quietly for years.
i didn't know i loved you or how much in fact that i was in love with you.
i should have guessed
when i started feeling dizzy when you would walk in a room.
or when my heart would skip a beat or two when you looked my way.
i should have guessed when i thought so hard for so long
about the moments our paths would cross.
and no matter how many times i told myself to look at you, to face you
my head bowed down at the second we would brush by each other
a habitual action of fear
of missing you and refusing to look at the face of lost love

now i see how much energy was put into holding myself back from loving you
and it makes sense as to why it was so difficult
i forced myself to look away from your speckled green eyes
i told myself not to love you, never to allow myself to love you.

They act something ,but                                                                                        They say something else ...                                                                                      Their sayings versus their acts                                                                                 Simply because they play on words ...                                                                  It's hypocritical to say something and                                                                    To something else anytime and anywhere ...                                                         Those who say something ,but                                                                               They do something else                                                                                            Are merely bubbles stir a storm in an empty cup of coffee .