Beginnings Are SweetTentative starts are very thrilling
We don't know where it goes
Or where it ends
Will it end?
Talking too much is never a problem
Breathing can be though
FickleWeakness is a fickle thing
it grows inside me and causes pain
It makes me fear the openness
of which you seem so fond of
I hide behind this attitude,
pretending I do not care
While you slowly fade away
I'll push and shove you,
all the while wishing you could see
That I really want you never to leave
I grow so cold with longing for you,
but can never find my voice
To tell you that I love you more than my own life
So I'll keep on telling you to go away
And silently I'll pray
that you can see past my anger
to the fear that keeps me at bay
Final DeclarationYou hide behind your knight in shining armor who,
to be honest,
isn't all that shiny.
You think that you've been saved
while you forsake all those who helped you get there.
Taking for granted that we'll always love you,
no matter how much you mistreat us.
So look at your trees and don't be swayed.
You are the righteous one,
who never does any wrong.
Write your scathing words and smile to yourself,
pretending you're not lost.
It's not as if you have anything to lose;
you have all that you could ever want, right?
What else could you ever need?
It's not like I won't always be here waiting for your pity,
because pity is all you think I need.
I'm not some little girl who's lost in the woods without you.
Maybe if I walk a little further from you
you'll be able to get over yourself.
Go ahead and look down at me from your pedestal;
I won't be under your gaze anymore.
I can take responsibility for my actions,
maybe one day you can do the same.
Perhaps that's just expecting a little too much
StolenDefiled innocents lay stranded
We sleep with heavy limbs
Undisturbed by disturbing dreams
Love costs too much
We are too poor and broken
to pay its price
Scattered ashes take place of roses
where we step
No one moves to save us
Large eyes watch on as we scream
Stolen prayers are sent up
As we stare down
Always cupping our hands
Never earning what we seek
There is no middle ground
We walk unsteadily
And fall as often as we can
No one helps us up
We cry silent tears
No one cares
When did we lose that innocence?
Words to a FriendDon't ask me why
I want to make you smile
Let your tears dry
At least for awhile
Look at me
And be still
I can make you see
If only you will
Remember your dreams
How they make you feel
Bursting at the seams
Not believing it's all real
Don't be distressed
That you are blessed
And you'll always have her