Wilted  red roses left on the table                                                            ­       their heads  now  bowed  down in shame                                                  once  a symbol we were stable                                                           ­       in  our  love so vain

Depression is similar to a weighted blanket                                                          ­                                   enveloping you as tightly as straight jacket                                                           ­                                                      Restricting your  movements while  holding you close                                                            ­                                            under  the  pretense of comfort while impeding your growth

How do you plug up the ocean                                                            ­         once the flood gates are opened                                                           ­            How do you reverse the hands of time                                                         once you've already crossed the  line                                             Accomplished liar, mendacious mind                                                  Devil and demon both combined                                                         Somehow it finally caught up                                                                  or  maybe  I've finally had enough                                          Angry outbursts in attempts to control me                                            instead of talking and trying to hold me                                                      You  did this and you **** well know it                                                 That bridge is burned and that's the matches you're holdin'                         You couldn't get out of your own way                                                     That's  cause and effect that you're learning today

I am stagnant, in slow motion                                                           ­        knee  deep in a blow painting of emotion                                                         There are chaotic thoughts abound                                                           ­my  minds  become a battleground

She was as fragile as a bird                                                             ­       broken  wing, song unheard                                                          ­    Mosaic pieces held  by scars                                                          she  was  once a shining star                                                             ­        She had a fine and delicate soul                                                             ­   leaving her open and vulnerable                                                       ­          She needed someone to understand                                                       ­      be  her protector and a gentleman                                                       Someone who  would shield her from pain                                         who  could teach her to love again                                                             Until  that day she will forever be                                                               ­    a  fragile bird in captivity

Just to add insult to injury                                                           ­                        you're taking her where you took me                                                          telling everyone she is your girl                                                             ­     trying to shake up my broken world                                                            ­ Are you happy it's hurting me?                                                              ­         Does she know she'll be the next to be                                                                just another on the list you made                                                                       of those you use and degrade                                                          ­                   If it didn't look like jealousy,                                                        ­                    I'd forewarn her of your tendencies                                                       ­        She is just a pawn in your game                                                             ­  another victim with a different name                                                                  I hope she sees you for who you really are                                      before  you add her heart to your jar

Sometimes the beauty in the world makes me want to cry                                                                                                                   I  wear  my  heart  on  my sleeve, and I don't know why                                                              ­                                     There  are  times I have cried singing children's lullabies                                                        ­                                             I  have  to  get tougher,  I know, I  wish I could, I  try                                                           ­                                                My  heart breaks  for  everyone  else  but  not  for me                                                               ­                                                             I  put  the  brakes  on  any  lame  self-pitying parties                                                          ­                                                     But  my love could open and part the seas                                                             ­                                                    It  clears a wide path that has set others free