He holds my hand with gratitude and heroism and warms them with the truth of his breath.
You let go of my hand and left me holding onto your cold heart.
He smiles like it's time to spread the warm sheets out on the cold mattress and hopping into bed feeling at ease.
Your smile was agony and ecstasy in which I always wanted to see, but killed me the times I did.
He kisses soft sweet kisses and when I open my eyes to look at this sunlit face, I see nothing but simplicity and contentment.
Your kisses were angelic and broken for they were never promised and never a surprise, but something so soreal.
Yet he doesn't have my heart yet because you haven't given it back.
And to tell you the truth, I'm still waiting and I'd still wait.

Look at him, he walks so perfectly in the, morning moments,
I don't think he can see what he used to be like to me.
It seemed like, his innocent soul wanted me so much,
and I wanted him so badly back to also join me in hand.

Now I look at him, he's matured, I wonder if it was too much,
he's passed the days that I should be entering.
I probably, ruined most of his days,
which he could have been, flirting and chattering away with girls.
Prettier, smarter and potential I wish I had, but never ever had a chance.

Now I see, I am just a loner in disguise.
I honestly hate the feeling of the air, pushing into my lungs full of despair,
I just simply want to make my way alone again.
But what happened to that boy? The one who spent nights with me on the phone,
it's like he erased himself from life completely.
I just wonder to myself, was it because of me?
Did he feel like he needed to mature?

Because honestly, I don't feel maturity, at all,
it's like he isolated romance on another world.
I know he tries, I know he cares, he tells me a million times a day,
but why do I feel so sickened by how I feel deep inside?
The life of a loner in disguise.

Are we the ones, it got me thinking
Are we the ones, buried and sinking
Are we the ones, happy and singing

This generation, we are the ones
Making a difference, are we the ones?
We have a choice, we have our voice

compare me to the sun
compare me to the sea
tell me how i should act
tell me how i should be

the sun will still shine
the waves will still move
I will still be living
whether i win or lose

but your world is darkened
by the lack of sun
and forever it will stay that way
whether you've lost or won

so compare me to her heart
compare me to gold in her core
tell me how to love you
but I won't play that role anymore

I know your small... It's a really big world out there. Full of devastation and wonders and crimes and love.
But it's okay, because you mean the world to me.

People seem to have these small mouths with certain vindictive words that blow your confidence six feet under.
But it's okay, the future holds beautiful promises for you.

Looking back to the past, seems like looking at a life not of yours.
As if the eyes that once were are not the eyes you bear now.
A kolidescope of difference and confusion.  
But it's okay, because I will make my hands the lenses you need to see clear again.

It gets sad and lonely.
Youll get lost and unsure.
But its okay, I'll be the compass and the light to guide you and keep you warm.

It gets hazy and rainy.
You'll get drowned and need the search for air.
But it's okay, because
Everything will be okay.

Everybody thinks that they  have her figured out.
A normal teenage girl. With normal teenage ways.
But in reality she's not that at all. She's something completely of her own.

She believes in kindness
because she knows what pain feels like.
She has a past. A very scary one in fact.
A past that haunts her to this very day.
Flashbacks that come and go having no mercy.
She believes in kindness because she does not want another soul to feel the emptiness she has felt before throughout her bones.

She believes in love. She craves it with every inch of her body.
Young, but hopeful. Longing for the day to come
where another person looks deep into her eyes,
admiring her thoughts and being.

She believes in difference. In being unique.
She believes that the tiny details are the biggest details of all.
Like a favorite book, or the look in a persons eyes ...when they feel so strongly about something they hold dear to themselves.
She also believes that nobody truly knows who or what she is.
If only people would pay attention and listen.
They would have so much to discover.
If only they knew the real me..

You gotta understand that I'm hard to understand
I am not the same person at 10am and 10pm.