Don't let me go.
Give me some strength.
Make me a hero,
because i am strong.
I heard them talking today
speaking of splitting up
and then she walked out the door
Ive always been taught to use nice words
politeness was my key to the world
up until the day i stared disrespect in the face
I'm sitting here wondering
can i hide my emotion through words
writing in metaphors
when really its all plain
I hate Him
I hate what He did
I hate what He wants
I hate all my scars
i'm sure it will all work out okay.
i will say what i should have that day.
i hope you understand me alright.
i stayed her hoping you would meet me tonight.
confused words wrapped around my neck
words that hurt but are truth spoken thoughts
the thoughts not ment to be present
never to be uncovered again
I wonder if anyone heard my calls for help
my silent voice inside my head
asking if anyone cared to notice
but then i wonder.. did they see
What defines who we are
is it where you were born
who your parents are
what actions you take
the world is full of warnings
so why do we fall
we trip on the shadows
of the things that are too tall