Stream...

Like an itch I cant stop scratching
You play over and over in my head
Where did you go last night
The moon always knows
Its watching you with eyes I cant see
But it never fades
How can you change so fast
Your mind doesn't have the power
My mom called yesterday
Asked about my life
What should I say to someone
Who really doesn't understand
Pretend, misinterpret, gloss over
Its always the same for us
You were the topic that as usual
She continued to miss
Stranger things have happened though...

I AM

I am not your sad story
I am not your claim to fame

I am not your one mistake
I am not taking the blame

I am not your big regret
I am not your shame to carry

I am not your misfortune
I am not your cemetery

I am my own sense of hope
I am my laughter's chime

I am my own dreamcatcher
I am taking my time

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Hands become preoccupied
Eyes looking self-satisfied
Mind caught in a riptide
Heart is over qualified
Want becoming dignified
Bodies lost in suicide

What Have You Done...

You feel hopeless and haunted
Is this what you wanted

The world is falling around you
And I don't know what to do

I cant hurt you or hate you
Is this what we've come to

Too many words left unsaid
Feel it with your eyes instead

If your soul seems to care
Why cant your heart get there

Whens the line gonna give
Whens it time for love to live

Gotta save myself from you
Before I've done what I cant undo

Broken record, Same old song
Jealousy lays where joy belongs

FUCK YOU in big words

This obliteration of association is a demonstration of imitation foundation.

My imperfections in the situation are nothing in comparison to your declaration and glorification of the inception of humiliation and scrutinization your "explanation" has caused.

Your condemnations and approximations to my calculations and interpretations have a flirtation of being an inspiration to the beautification of me.

The evaporation and disconnection of emotion and devotion have made the intoxication of rejuvenation a sensation to my disposition.

There will never be a duplication of question as to the condition of ruination you tried to commit.

My opposition to the composition of devastation your proclamation was, has made the complication of exhaustion a condition for intermission...

My heart is protected and disconnected from the obligation, obstruction and persecution of you.

This compilation of words is clarification of my resignation for caring about the situation when it comes to you.

When You Walked Away

What could I do

What could I say

To make you change your mind

To make you stay



Theres nothin I'd rather see

Than you standin next to me

Theres no place I'd rather be

Than next to you, Why cant you see



I can tell from the look in your eyes

That you're full of so many lies

But if forgiveness is what you need

Then tell me somthin that I can believe



You changed it all

When you walked away

We're not the people

We were yesterday

Hiding The Hurt

Looking in the mirror

Futures mixed with past

Memories of pain

Have a tendancy to last



Every happy feeling

Has an underlying pain

And once I think its left

the core of it still remains



Keep moving forward is the

Comment everyone makes

But empty feelings inside me

Are something my heart cant take



I've chosen to bury the hurt

Way down deep inside

But as hard as I try to bury

The harder it is to hide