you kill me with words, i wish i had wings like a birds.
i'd fly away, and live for the next day.
sometime i wish i could fake my own death, and take in a refreshing breathe.
they tell me to talk about it, but i dont give a sh*t.
just leave it alone, let me get back to breaking my bones.
people will think i've died, but my lungs wont really be dried.
i have vioce, and i've made my chioce.
I've hated her for so long that I have forgotten why. After spending many hours with her today I realized that she's not that bad. She is actually a lot like me. Just another child the world has thrown away. We are both living lives that are spinning dangerously out of control. Weaving webs of deceit. Scandal is riding shot gun in every trip that we take. Behind these masks of fake smiles and happiness are endless tears. There's a tortured child rocking back and forth in a corner inside our brain.
I dont know what to do anymore,
Its hard to sit there and think you know who you are,
When you really don't no yourself at all.
Everyday you walk into a room with a smile,
But you leave it with tears,
No one listens, Because no one really cares.
No one understands.
I live through everyday, and wonder how i do it.
I dont know, i guess i can just deal no matter how hard it is.
My will to deal with Drama
i have seen your evil
and lived your betrayal
but now im falling
and i cant be saved
when will you realize
that your the one thats wrong
look in my eyes
my crying eyes
I've bled for you
and this is your repayall?
how could my best friend
take you away
how could you be with me
but always want him
In the darkness of my room
I curl up and let my tears fall.
They roll down my cheeks, my chin
and they quietly crash to the bed.
With each tear that falls, a memory tags along
and is lost in the comfort of my pillow.
The memories are forgotten for the time being
and a little bit of relief is found.
When I find I can cry no more
I savor that moment of relief.
I clutch it and cling to it with all my might,
afraid my peace