Why girl must you stare back at me, with such sad, sad eyes?
You're a mirror of the pain I've been going through, an image of my pain in disguise.
As the lyrics flow off of the page, and the melodies fade softly away from your lips,
I know that you are like me, given nothing but worthless chips.
Chips to cast and play, in the game called life,
While others play the game, with cards to avoid tremendous pain and strife.

Why do you sing this soul-tearing song with me?
Each lyric is a ballad to the pain I've come to need.
We're all alone right now, in the emptiness of our despair,
Perhaps this pain we're singing about was always meant for us to bear.

Out of any song that is beautiful, heartfelt, and melodic,
We chose the song that we can sing, sounding somewhat neurotic.
Perhaps this pain is a twisting trail, like the notes on our page,
or the words, leaving our lips as we stand together on stage.

When our song is over, maybe the pain will subside,
fading away into the lyrics, we can try to lock away and hide.
Our past is tortured and haunted by the remnants of what could have been,
But that's all been put away now, leaving us closer than ever, true friends.
I'll never do you wrong; I swear it on the notes that leave my lips, the tugs I feel pulling on my heart.
You've hurt me and I've hurt you; that was our tormented start.

Maybe we don't have to hide in these lyrics anymore, maybe we can hide in each other, opening up another door.

A door for happiness; a door for new found pain.
We'll never heal these wounds that have damaged us, leaving us broken and stained.
The best we can do is cover up the pain,
Masking it with something, that hurts somewhat the same.

I am always torn up, when I look upon you,
Feeling my blazing heart, my mind, what you put it through.
Love is fear, I think, in a different form,
One that can shape and shift easily, a terrible storm.
Love is the greatest or the worst, depends how you see it,
I'm simply glad I've reached that point, I'm ready to meet it.

I'll never forget,
I'll never forgive.
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But I'll learn to live with lost love,
With the pain that's concealed, abandonment from above.
When the God you crave and desire, disappears on you,
When cutting yourself is the only thing you can do.
I miss being a careless child, innocent from the world.
Where are you now, when my life's become unfurled?

Please help me find you, take you back,
You're my greatest love, and I want you back.
I want you back.
Back.
Come back.

The photos are frozen time.
Not just mine.
But yours.
Theirs.
All.

Once upon a time photos reflected exactly what they are.
Memories.

They were dull.
Colourless.
Unfocused.

But today they shine so bright.
Images reminding us each time we see them, how real things were.

How real we loved.
How real we cared.
How much we cried.
How much we laughed.
How much we miss.

They remind us vividly with their glow;
It all fades.

The laughter fades into the distance.
The tears fade into the atmosphere.
The caring fades to disregard.
This missing fades to hate.

And the love. Well it simply fades.

The simple way it always has.
The way you always remember.

The way in which your parents stop turning off your bedroom light.
The way in which a friend forgets to call.

The way in which your touch will fade.
The way in which I'll forget how soft your skin is.
The way in which you'll replace my warmth.

These four walls will become lonely again.
And I'll remember the one thing that never fades.

To be alone.
Just as the photographs I take.