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Listen, I know you're not listening. You're asleep and I'm just considering, That you might just hear me, As I hold your hand and speak, Words of truth, love and honesty. Feeling, Feeling like you're so far away, Even though you're right next to my face. I hold you while you sleep, For fear of losing you in my dreams. But I can't create the need for you, When you're leaving in two short days; And you can't say when I'll see you again, So let me explain... I'll always need you, So I hope I can meet you, In three years when you wake up, When your dreams are reality. So we can try, try, try again, To be more than just good f

It happened again. Smash my heart into a million pieces, With only the intention of being friends. It's what you do best, After drinking and forgetting, That nothing to me means more than this. Oh, babe, It's just another morning. So wake up and relive, Or tell me to just go kill myself. Oh, I see that you've forgotten, All those lovely words again. I'll forgive you, and I'll never forget you; It's impossible for me to replace you. I'd have to recreate dreams, within dreams, To dream of something more beautiful it seems... So take my hand and... Wait - I'm letting you go this time, Just like you asked that night. And I can

The streetlights tucked into tidal waves; This disaster found itself uncertain in it's ways. After a fresh breath of air, I search for you. The harbor lights try to guide me to your view. I can't remember the last time I saw beautiful, Let alone said beautiful. I swim to what's left; A broken shore under distress. I cater myself to medicine; An overdose of oxygen. As the wind whips my skin, I remember how it came to this. There we were, Happy and alone, in each other's arms. Then came a storm, And washed everything, everything away. The streetlights tucked into tidal waves; This disaster found itself uncertain in its ways. A

I spend my nights searching for sleep, But still I find earthquakes and firestorms and tidal waves. My retinas burn and then are cleansed by the waves, That crash over my aching, broken body. I find the will to pick up the pen to put pressure to the wound, And yet I am still wrong. The pen will never cover the dense population of this laceration; It is meant to last forever. I reply however, nothing is meant to last forever. But how simple expressions can be wrong. A safe position I search for to correct the assembly line, Hidden from the overnight caretaker. I am spent like the hidden dollar in the jeans washed too many times wi

Considering the undertow is too strong. For me, for you, for them. Could we take the hand of another and save them? Would you take my hand and save me? Darkened down water, that used to be so clear. Filtered down thoughts, that used to be so sincere. It's all crashing down now, Tidal wave for the masses, causing forever fear. Maybe tomorrow we'll wake up on a deserted island, Bones shattered and all hope forgotten. But as long as you've saved me, or me to you. They'll know what we've tought them. Lend a helping hand, don't you ever be selfish. Forgetting about others you say you care for, But if you both were falling would you u

I can't stand, So without hand, I fall to you, Only to be welcomed with no demand. Rise, I will rise. Fall, I will fall. Let me go, what a suprise. Let me go, no name to call. Your faith was never given to me, You never taught me anything, You never showed me how to believe. Now I'm going to teach you, How to deceive. Process: Teaching. Frolick in a garden of nothing. Hand in hand, eye to eye. Why'd you do this to me? Bury me here when I die. Falling horizontally, I am. I haven't hit the bottom yet, And I haven't reached the top. And don't you forget, The picture of you letting go, is the last thought. Show me the way t

I'm running out of time, I'm starting to wonder if I, Will ever find the reasons why, To the questions I have defyed. Immortal callousness, Getting to the height, Of my own reflection. Lasting forever, my frame breaking - My picture falls down. Questions - haunting - lingering in my mind. I can only hope, that there's still time - For me to search and find the reasons why, To the questions that I have defyed. Never thinking, truth turns to fiction, Believing growing up, stands as make believe. This is what it said in my book of definitions. My life unfolds, and I see the piece I'm beginning to weave. It's like a shelf full of

Help me, this storm is way too strong. I'm being pulled under, The waves crashing down, And I can't hear the thunder. I can't swim to the top, And I can't hold my breath any longer. I can't see the cautious sky, I think I'm beginning to die. Now I've been tied to an anchor, and my lifeline is being cut short. Everytime I look up, I see the waves crashing down, and I wish I never left port. Everytime I look down, I see the chain that holds me, tied to a weight. It's beginning to kill me, And I'm starting to lose my sight. I've been sinking, And I never thought it would finish. Catching up to the rest, My own life began to dimin

Follow me and I'll let you in my mind, What lies behind my eyes. See what really is behind my tears. What really is inside... I take you now, on a journey worth no description. After seeing what I have inside, We both will break into many different cries. Dirty little thoughts, hidden white lies... All inside. Now, push them aside. I wanna' put it behind... But yet, I still search. Sometimes I'd think I'd rather go blind. And I left you in the dark. I left you behind. Don't lose touch, Always know where I am, And I know this doesn't mean much, But my tears fall in your hand. Catch them and hold them, Remembering that I lef

It started out so forgettable, And it seemed like everything was right. But nearer to now, it seemed so wrong. And the feeling I had was bright. Sympathy, no; sorrow, yes. Horrible inset being: Not me, not me. Started out not seeing: Who I was being, being. What could I have done to make things easier instead of harder? I could have given up, and let everything be. But I continued to stress, Attempting to look good, But always seeming to lose my breath. We've come pretty far from all the childish insults, The pointless antics and finger pointing fun. We could have been at war, or we could have been friends. After looking back

Why are we born with a part that always ends up broken? Something too critical to be fixed. The pain is absorbed deeply and slowly. Like the feel of table salt to a flesh wound. The stinging cannot be appeased. Yet we continue to let our stupidity and vulnerability lead the way. We are as the sheep. Waiting for the first feigning shepard. To commute us to our demise. And still away we go. Somehow living through the suffering. Yet trying to avoid the true facts. Pursuing life forward as if nothing had ever happened before. Why can't people understand that we are all humans? Nothing more than fuck ups who make mistakes and break p