Two years ago, I saw a girl cry over a guy
I was disgusted; why waste precious tears from your pretty eyes?
It's not that the guy got burnt or that he died
All he wanted to do he did, and then he lied.

Love in his heart was as far away as Saturn's rings
She, led by words, led her heart to a heartsting
He did what he was so bent on doing
And disappeared after a taste of the finer things.

There she was, sobbing in her friend's arms
He, at will, turned on and off his charms
Those fine hands that once made her skin sing
Left after a taste of the finer things.

That day, I decided that tears for boys I will never to my eyes bring
Nothing like that will ever make me brood or think
For my true love, it's all or nothing
He'll have all of my finer things.

You promised me a lifetime
I guess a lifetime means to you less than a year
I remember all the times
You whispered "till infinity" inside my ear
"It's over" didn't mean anything to you more than mere words
But for me, it was the end; the final stab of the sword
It hurt, oh, it hurt. Weeks on end, I wondered if I had made a mistake
I gave you my heart and you stabbed it with a stake
I cried and cried till there were no longer tears left to cry
Then I admitted to myself that that Lifetime was goodbye.

There is no proper feeling anymore.
I mean you can't be afraid cause they feed off your fear.
You can't be angry, because they know how to manipulate your anger.
You can't be sad, because they prolong your sorrow.
You can't be worried, because they will be so happy to see you like that.
You can't be happy, because they sabotage you and gossip all around you.
You can't be hopeful, because that will make your hope something to crush.
You can't be FREE, because they've made you comfortable in your *******.

Time flew by but my life is stagnant,
Or is it moving backwards?
My time on earth is malignant
And every new year awkward.
I say to myself every hour of every day
Dear me, there are no true friends
One minute they like you, the next they don't
Tell me will the confusion ever end?
'No one is perfect. Perfect is overrated '
But yet every night I toss and turn and dream and hope and pray to be just like them, to be perfect.
To be friends with everyone
To be prim and proper
To be rich and famous
To have long black hair and pretty brown eyes and fair skin and yet...
Yet, as I listen to myself, I know it's impossible to be perfect.
No one can be perfect.

Black hair, brown eyes, a dazzling smile,
That's what he used to steal my eyes.
Sweet talk, loud laugh, a throaty chuckle,
That's what he used to steal my ears.
Listening ears, smooth skin, a kiss returned,
That's what he used to steal my lips.
Soft palms, closeness, his hand in mine,
That's what he used to steal my body.
Bravery, smartness, his quick thinking,
That's what he used to steal my mind.
The Love of GOD, Beautiful Imperfection and a Willingness to Change,
That's what he used to steal my heart.