The government
Or the new slavery system
Imprisoning our people
Not physically but emotionally
Innocent people killed
Kids too..
No need to riot
There's nothing we can do
All we can do is sit here
And watch our world go to an end
Its a battle we are not going to win..
We all die eventually, this is just speeding up the process.

As you wake up looking into the careless curls in her head,
Do you see me?
When you look in to her eyes,
Do you think of me?
When you laugh at her jokes spewing like venom,
Do you remember mine?
When you say your vows,
Will you remember me?
Was I nothing or everything to you?
The panic reseeds in my heart when I ask myself these questions,
But you wont care.
I wont cross your mind.
I wont matter.
I hope the other women make you happy as you move far away from any thought of me.

Dead from 8-4
Fingers sore
Weak core
Faxing war
Still poor
Nothing more

Out the door.

I don't understand how I have to wait
For a Prince who feels
He's untitled to save me
From a tower, that is labeled as a jail cell
As if I hate the walls that hold me here

My freedom comes in solitude and thought
The ability to write on my stone walls without fear of a censored eraser
I can watch the night transform into the day from my tower
The stars wrapped up in a soft blanket of sun
As the pink and orange glow of the dawn peeks through the horizon  

As if being carted around like a prize
In front of a strange land
With the 'oh so glorious' title of Queen
Would compare to my soft sunsets and my vibrant words on stone

Many say the tower was created to make sure he saves me
From a dragon that does not exist
I think, it was put here to protect me
From the dragon that calls himself a Prince.

"Sometimes I find myself looking at him for a really long time, and smiling at him because I just love him so much. And it’s almost funny because I didn’t think it was possible to love a person as much as I love him. I love him."

I've never been "That girl"
That girl who comes out of a realationship.
And instantly finds herself in another.. Effortlessly. Like it was destiny.

I guess it was just mever destined for me to be "that girl"
That girl, who never stops having people confess their love for her
That girl who people can't stop talking about, how pretty they are.
That girl who can get guys to buy her a drink at the bar.
By the pattern of her soft lips and a hair flip.
Effortlessly. Like it was destiny.

I guess, it was just never destined for me, to be "that girl"
That girl who knows how to flirt properly.
That girl who can put her makeup on flawlessly
That girl who can post a photo to facebook and not find a million insecurities, lurking at the tips of her fingers, as she presses the share button.

And i know that i shouldn't let these things define my femininity.
I know, that i shouldn't let these things bother me, but.. They do.
It's like having a lack of popularity in this world, is seen as an abnormality.
It is seen as less than womanly.
And i'm always forced to ask myself 'what's wrong, with me?'

But maybe it's because i was never destined to be "that girl"
Maybe it's because i was destined to be something more!
To be that girl who just lives her life.
That girl who loves herself for who she is, and doesn't rely on popularity to make herself feel alright.

That girl who knows what she wants, and fights until it's her's.
That girl, who still has insecurities, but.. At the end of the day just says 'whatever?
Because we all know who runs the world'
I wanna be that girl.

Oh the irony
When we're young and innocent
Find someone we like and filled with joy
Next, everything falls and crashes

Years later, we meet others
But this time we question
Not them, not others, but
We question ourselves

Can never trust our own minds
Is it nothing more than an infatuation?
We will never know
Oh, the irony