Pretty boy, singing your pretty words:
pouring liquid symphonies into my ear,
knowing exactly what I want to hear.

Stolen words, from a romance guide;
pried from the heart of your previous lover,
and some two, three, four or maybe five girls other.

Cooing sweet nothings in your honey voice.
It is not enough, a mating ritual parade,
because I’ve been there before and I know your charade.

Don’t you understand? - what you did to me.
Demon possessed or a facade dropped,
the memory: the pain, the anxiety, the shock.

What you want is untouched, an untampered babe.
Yet again, you devote your concert to me,
but I don’t want it and you don’t really want me.

I am stitched back together, corrupt by your hand.
Your photocopied scars adjourn my skin,
but the ink seeped deeper, obscuring your sin.

And you’ll never understand, what you did to me:
because you’re still a pretty boy, with your pretty words
and I'll deal with the trauma, my story unheard.

I'd like to see
The tears
you're crying

When they carry
My body
Away.

I'd like to know
You should
Have loved me

When you could have
Had
Your say.

I want lots of
Arms
to comfort

And help you
Get through
The grief.

I'd like to see
The tears
You're crying

When you could
Have said
Your peace.

Tell me that you'll miss me then.
I won't hear, but you'll say it then.
Tell me that we won't ever end.
I'll never know, but you'll say it then.

I'd like to see
The tears
You're crying

When you
Are feeling
Your pain.

Make
It all
about you

When it all
Comes back
Again.

When
The choir
Is singing

It won't be
Because
I'm gone

I'd like to see
The tears
Your crying

And know
You know
You were wrong.

Tell me that you'll miss me then.
I won't hear, but you'll say it then.
Tell me that we won't ever end.
I'll never know, but you'll say it then.

Can you tell me how
You love me now?
Can you let the secret out of Pandora's box?

I want your friends
To be
around

I want
You to
have fun

But first
The truth
Will eat you

For what
You've left
undone.

Some
Might say
It's better

That you
Are spared
Some pain.

I
Had lived
Not knowing

If I
Was loving
You in vain.

Tell me that you'll miss me then.
I won't hear, but you'll say it then.
Tell me that we won't ever end.
I'll never know, but you'll say it then.

I think back to where my journey first began
I let behind those fields of grain.
Towards the endless everlasting world
that opened to me.

I know with this boiling hope brewing in me
I'll see the light of day!
Heading towards my destiny.
The one that I've ceaselessly searched for.

When the scent of hope arises
my nose just can't help but lead me.
As the scent leads to a vibrant, tasty reality.
A reality of hope, light, and prosperity.

Moving with my burning passion.
A new world full of bright opportunity.
Opening the gates of courage.
Closing old doors of stagnant, stinky fleas.

Looking back in my troubled days,
it's full of despair, and painful stakes.
But i just head towards the horizon.
It's just on the other side!

Because....

I've traveled far from where i first began.
And i know someday i'll find the land.
The place where my light grows and shines.

So there's never a need
to give up hope.
Don't drop down, do not mope.
Or you'll miss the endless season of the seas and skies.

So keep on following the winds and waves.
Know your passions.
Give them space.
So they can grow and expand in every way!

Keep a smile on that face.
Let your hopes breathe.
Open yourself to the sky.
There's no need to give up.

Because ....

No matter, whatever, or who you are.
The light of hope will take you far.
Keep imagination alive.
It will take you there.

To the land where you will shine.
You just have to use your mind.
No matter where you are.
Just look back where the journey first began.
You'll find the reason to move on!

Precipitously,
my back-stroked keys
Arrive in formative seas

To float alone in endlessly
From you to you to me.