You take and you take.
Never asking if it's okay.

If I were to take and take.
You'd get mad and tell me to ask.

How is that fair?

I smile and smile.
But really I'm upset.

How far I've grown.
To not have hit the roof.

And yet nobody notices.

You take and you take.
Never asking if it's okay.

If I were to take and take.
You'd get mad and tell me to ask.

Will you ask me for my heart next?

We beat our drums to the sound of the bell
But we can not copy the sound
So we'll dance, and sing in celebration
For peace has finally come
With the fog cleared up
We can see the truth
Together we wait
For the islands' singing voice to sing again
When the bell tolls
The story will repeat again
Over and over again
As we sing till our voices reach the sky

Flowing across the page
Everything comes to me at once
The colors dance upon the paper
Like a performance on a stage

A dance of colors
Swirling in every direction
Jumping and turning
Just like a little dancer

I am voiceless
If I had words
Would they be even more beautiful?
More beautiful than my words without sound?

A question I have no answer to
So I just let the colors dance
Spinning and turning
They go round and round
It's such a colorful display

Colors flowing across the page
The colors dance upon the paper
The only one in the audience is me
Watching as it becomes alive

My eyes grow wide
It makes me want to sing a sweet symphony
Aiming for the stars
Had to chip away at stone

Looking at how far I've grown
Like a blooming garden
The sun shines the brightest
And the flowers will start dancing

Twirling in my finger
It sparks a tiny flame
Growing larger
And brighter

As they take their final bow

Flowing across the page.
Everything comes to me at once.
The colors dance upon the paper.
Like a performance on a stage.

The only one in the audience is me.
Observant and thinking about the next step.
I am voiceless.
So I let the dancers speak for me instead.

As a voice for the voiceless.
They understand my heart.

Colors flowing across the page.

The colors dance upon the paper.

The only one in the audience is me.

Watching as it becomes alive.

I'm not in control

I can't stop

I don't want to destroy myself
But my hands, they do

I yell and scream
Try as I might
I cannot stop

My hands won't listen to me
They are not mine

Please stop tearing me apart
Please stop the pain
Please stop destroying this body of mine

How do I smile?
How do I frown?
How do I laugh for a while?
How do I scowl?
How do I sneer?
How do I tell people how I feel?
Why don't I show people how I feel?
Why don't people understand?
My face
How do I change the look on my face?

A bird trapped in a cage cannot fly

I am a bird trapped in a cage
But oh how I yearn to soar

If that bird is set free
It will soar and fly
It will come back.

I was a bird trapped in a cage
Oh how I yearned to be free

When I was set free
I soared and flew
And I came back
Because I was given freedom

A heavy weight on your shoulders will only grow heavier.

People around you support you to lift that heavy weight.

When nobody sees that heavy weight you eventually fall down.
The weight will be too heavy to bear.

You have no clue as to what to do.

But in the end you should know.

Your path does not end here.

It is not the end of the world.

Don't be afraid to hug yourself too.

Locked up in a cage,
Those beasts are allowed to roam

The lights are dimming and the darkness grows thick

It is like a mirror on the wall,
Reflecting everything in which you desire but can never have.

Those who take, get.
And those who give, lose.

The scales have broken.
And you sit alone.
Crying on your throne.

Am I just a fly on the wall to you?

Simple, and plain
A thing to be ignored

But you should know
This delicate flower is easily burned
The petals will fall off
And the ashes float up into the night

You have my thanks for teaching me this truth

If you are cruel in this cruel world,
You survive
If you are kind in this cruel world,
You become the victim.