RexkwonD

How many people will you hurt, before you realise that you're the cause. How many times can you turn away, curse the others, You blame them to save the pain, perhaps you cannot change. You curse them and walk away, but you're not fooling anyone. They all know that you're to blame. Move on, move on, start it all again. Things will never change. Poison Ivy, beauty cursed to cause pain.

A simple pale beauty, But complex up close, Delicate to touch, So easy to break. I cared for you, But you withered and died. You're nothing now, Just an empty space, That I'll never replace. And I'll never forget, Because you'll bloom again. Come summer or spring I'll see you again, And welcome you in. To try once again, The simplest of things.

You're an angel that sinned, A bird without wings. You're the runt of the litter, You're broken within. Are you afraid of your feelings? Or how you're different from them? Some times you can hide it, But you know you don't fit in. Are you scared or just angry, that you'll never be them. You laugh, and play along, Wondering when, they'll be gone. Your excuses are flimsy, You get fixed with a stare. Wish you could just dissapear, Just run away from here. You're an angel that sinned, A bird without wings. You're the runt of the litter, You're broken within. When you're alone are you lonely? Wishing someone was there? Then,

What do you want from me? I can't be what you expect of me, The things you think I should aim to be. They're not the same to me, These things that don't make sense to me A job, a life of misery. Come home, alone, what's that to me? Nothing I'd set out to be, Free is all I want to be. No unnecessary pain to see. Open air and birds and bees, Life outside with scenery, Escape the world of technology, the stress of life, be people free. Introverted melancholy, Misanthropic apathy. This is the life for me, Whether chosen or set out for me, This is how i'm destined to be, Misunderstood uncertainty.

The hardest part is not having you there to come home to, The hardest part is remembering you when I hear our song, The hardest part of loving you, Is trying to forget. The hardest thing is not having my best friend to talk to, The hardest thing is not knowing what I should do, To forget you, Is the hardest thing. Moving on is hard to do, when nobody compares to you. And do you feel the way I do? Do you think about me too? No. I only wish I knew, what went wrong, Between me and you. And the hardest part, Is hating you.

Little white lies, hide me in your darkness, don't let anybody in. Little white lies, shimmer on the surface, hide the truth within. Show them what they want, give them lifes SUPERFICIAL GRIN! "I'm fine", it's so easy to say, just to turn them away... and then wish they would stay. Little white lies, you've become a part of me, speaking for the heart in me, protecting with your sins.

Love is blind Love is blind, when I saw her, I saw an angel. Love is anosmic, when I smelt her, it was home. Love is deaf, when I heard her, it was angelic. Love has no senses, love has no logic, no brain. Love is dumb. Now I think. I remember them all. I see her, the vanity. I smell her, malodorous. I hear her, malevolent. I remember, reality. Now I think, Love is, insanity.

I can feel myself falling, and I know its begun desperately I try to grasp at reality, but its too late i can hear the last cries of my brain slipping further away as my heart takes control of me falling and crashing, broken, bruised, confused, it finds a stable ground It leads me onwards, searching for something, on and on through a dark labryinth, twisting and turning through the maze, my heart desperately hoping at every turn. But each time, there's nothing, only more confusion. There's no way back now, i have to go on, i'm lost within her. There's only one way out, at the end, either life or death. Both would be a sweet rele