I felt like nobody else in the world mattered
We could've been in the most crowded places
And in my mind it would only be me and her
My mind wouldn't stray away
She held it so well
Our happiness together defeated everything around us
When I was with her I was purely happy
I felt something that I didn't even know existed
Everything was so equal
Same mutual feelings
Same desires
And I can't help but wonder
Will I ever find that again?

26 angels have arrived for orientation
Taken from the world without hesitation
Heaven is a little more crowded:
There’s a place already prepared
At least tonight those who’ve passed,
Will rest in God’s care

Buried under heartbreak, Newtown still stands
Worlds changed, for this kid and the next
“Kids, 2 +2 is…” BANG -
Children were unable to protect,
Themselves or their friends

Gunshots filled the air
Instead of love that should be there

Flags at half-staff, leave us half-hearted
Soo many, like too many,
Will spend their Christmas
With families torn apart
And no New Years resolution
Can make up for the inhuman execution

May we ever look to love unconditionally.

Made a wrong turn, Once or twice
Dug my way out, Blood and fire
Bad decisions,That's alright Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood Miss "no way, it's all good",
It didn't slow me down Mistaken,
Always second guessing Under estimated,
Look, I'm still around
Pretty, pretty please Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than perfect.
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel Like your nothing You're perfect to me.
You're so mean,
When you talk, About yourself,
You are wrong. Change the voices,
In your head Make them like you Instead.
So complicated,
Look happy, You'll make it!
Filled with so much hatred Such a tired game.
It's enough,
I've done all I can think of Chased down all my demons,
I've seen you do the same! :)

Maybe if I were a
hummingbird. Wine-throated
in Guatemala, would that be
far enough away, or is it such
a romantic notion to want to
to be fast enough to escape but
beautiful enough to be noticed

This is my theory
When I was in the womb
What ever genes
Work together to
Decide on your gender
Got all ****** up
In other words
God didn't know
Whether to make me
A boy or a girl
He must've flipped a coin
Because ****
I came out a girl
But I have a brain of a boy
I guess it's his
Way of playing games
He creates different situations
And watches down below at them
As they struggle along
But this is my theory
On a bunch of things
My wires are just crossed
That's all
And this creates some problems
But I don't think they're major
Not anymore
He just likes to sit up there
And watch us all
Fight
Argue
Sin
****
I wonder what he's doing up there as he watches what he made
Does he have a sickening smile on his lips
Or does he shake his head at how dramatic we humans are