Maybe it'd be easier to burn the bridges,
Ashes flaking down around us,
Dancing like they're happy.

They stole the happiness from how we used to feel,
****** it out and drained it dry,
But all you ever said to me were empty words.

So I take a match and light these bridges,
Hoping that one day we won't be pinned to each other.
But with the greatest intentions at hand,
I'm far too stubborn to even imagine letting go.

With this little time before I go,
I'll become the hunter, the vulture, the predator,
and you'll be the cowering mouse in a corner,
such a flip side experience for you.

With passion filled eyes I'll hungrily swoop in,
I'll feast on an ill-minded meal and intake your intentions,
Becoming a heart-breaker in the process of getting rid of one.

(p.h.) (j.r.)

The funny thing is that I can forget about you for months on end
But on a random night when my blankets are pulled up high and the blinds are pulled back
And my alarm is set for 6 AM, when I used to get your good morning texts,
that’s when you sneak back into my head
With your warm lips and your silly laugh
And your sweet pet names and your wandering hands
Back into my dreams, petting me across the cheek and through my hair,
But lately in my dreams
You’ve started to look at me with such hatred
That I have a hard time believing it’s a dream at all.

(p.h.) (j.r.)

Where were you when the sheets were tangled around our feet and our hearts were an extension of your pitiful laughter?
Why did we allow you to peel the hard shell away and pierce our souls, reading us like a magazine with sticky pages?
Everything about you entranced us, but you weren't there when we needed you.

We are the voice of the youth.
The heartbroken youth.

I have faith in every American, white and black
Will be united into a new brotherhood
Where we walk as one

I have faith in every American, white and black
Will see all as equal citizens
Free in our country

I have faith in every American, white and black
Will come to realize
We cannot walk alone

I have faith in every American, white and black
... we cannot turn back