Along the path
Away from you
I found pieces of myself
And I taught myself
To sew
Along the path
Away from you
I found pieces of myself
And I taught myself
To grow

Every story needs a bad guy
I don't mind being yours
I'm sorry I hurt you
When I slammed the doors
I was trying to keep out
The monster on the other side
He was foaming at the mouth
And I was only trying to hide
I know you think I imagined him
But I saw him plain as day
He took you from me
And I let you slip away
There is no hero in our story
No one to swoop in and save the day
I needed you to fight back
It was us you were trying to save
But you weren't ready for battle
You put up the white flag before it had begun
You thought it was all a game
You thought we were having fun
But I was looking for a warrior
Someone who could handle a sword
Every story needs a bad guy
I don't mind being yours

Life will test you
Get the best of you
Make a mess of you
Leave you with less of you

Oh sister sister
Do you really need
A mister
To make you feel whole?
Oh sister sister
Do you really need
A mister
To make you feel complete?
Oh sister sister
Do you really need
A mister
To make you feel good?
Oh sister sister
I thought you were
So much better
I guess I was wrong.

Black coffee
Half and half cream
She sips it slowly
As her head screams
It's just what she needs
To awaken her senses
The caffeine soothes
Makes her feel less defensive
She knows the day
Is about to begin
Very soon she will have to
Put on that fake grin
She's grown tired
Of having to be nice
To people she'd rather
Not look at twice
She's been searching
For the humane part of humanity
But lately all she can seem to find
Is plain old insanity
People running the race like rats
She wishes they'd all get eaten by cats
People walking around like ticking time bombs
Just waiting to blow, when anything goes wrong
People with egos so big and so wide
Who care only about themselves
It's like their souls have died
Black coffee
Half and half cream
She wishes she could
Finally wake up from this dream

Darling where is your spine?
Where did you lose it?
Where did you leave it behind?

I tried to work a nine to five
But it felt like I was living a lie
My soul craved more
I couldn't ignore
It was pounding
At my door
With viciousness
And verocity
I was vindicated
And set free
When I followed my heart
And made the first steps
Toward a new start
I was scared and confused
I had little direction but I knew
What I had to do
I dove into the dark depths
And splattered the pages
With pieces of me
I hadn't been able to see
That I kept in disguise
Because society told me to
What a pack of lies
I've always been a writer
I just hadn't found my voice
But when you're destined to write
You really don't have a choice
Cause the world only makes sense to me
When it's written in verse and poetry
I can no longer pretend I don't see
What is clearly my destiny