Who said it was goodbye?
Who said it was goodbye?
When I kissed your cheek, watching you get in the car
Who said it was goodbye?
When I watched you drive away, heading to nowhere
Who said it was goodbye?
When I got the call, my girlfriend left for dead
Who said it was goodbye?
With her car in a tree, a faint heartbeat left.
Who said it was goodbye?
When you drew your last breath, unable to stay any longer
It can't be goodbye, because I am no one without you
Because without you, who am I?
Two Truths and A lie
You know things about me, that may be true,
But tell me, would you know if I lied to you?
I will give you two truths, the other a lie.
and we will see, if the lie you can find
I live with my sister
I have broken a bone
I love you
Can you guess?
Did you figure it out?
I will give you a hint,
I will never tell you this to your face
All I can write in 3 min
I am running from the pain
the pain left from you
you with your sickining sweet smile
and gleaming uncooked eyes
eyes that always made me wonder if you were truly thinking about me
me with the auburn hair, scared to leave your side
me with the freackled nose, scared to see what I'm like without you
me who looks nothing like this, wondering if I would be loved by you if I did
She has those things
She has the aburn hair and the freakled nose
and I have the wonder and the scared
And what to do with that is truly a perdicament
because you have always been in the back of my mind
so what if i let you go?
If i let you go what happens to me?
will I truly thrive on my own?
If I let you go what happens to me?
The pain of the spot that you left, too big,
too strong
to much
you are to much
you were always to much
for me
a me who wanted joy
and got pain instead
A secret
A secret I never told you
So much I never said
Do I tell you of the things that scare me?
Do I tell you of the things that I didn't say anything about because,
she was just so good-
and I didn't want my life to taint her.
So lets keep her my little secret,
her joy making me smile
So lets keep her my little secret
my pretty dandelion
Is it just me?
Is it just me who cries at your name? begging for you to come back
Is it just me who wants uncondtional love, and doesn't know if they deserve it
Is it just me, who beggs for her to stop, but I can't get her screams out of my head
Is it just me who went home that night, your naked body on hers?
Is it just me who started to cry, while you told me it wasn't what I think
Is it just me who asked you to leave, tears streaming down my face
Is it just me to locked the door crying, sleeping on the floor that night
Is it just me who saw you the next day, that girls lips on yours
and is it just me who died that day, barely able to breath
What keeps me awake at night
The monsters under my bed no longer scare me, I fought them long ago and won.
I told them to go away, I couldn't sleep somewhere else anymore, and they did, they left.
I wish someone had told me what the real monsters look like.
The ones that reflect everything you fear onto you.
The one that when your art teacher asks you to draw the inner critic you can't because she looks so similar to you.
The one with blonde hair, who only comes back to see how you will react when she knows you are happy without her.
The one that screams every time you do not do what she pleases, knowing you hate to be on camera
The collages that lean on you, expecting you to be perfect, begging you to do more
be more
say more
And let's not forget about the peers
that judge you from afar, never seeing the real you
And never really wanting to.
A worrier can think about anything and twist it into something worst than it really is.
So I guess my answer is everything is keeping me up.
Leaving the nights longer, and my sleep time shorter
If the walls of this house could talk
It would tell you of the little girl, scared to leave her room for the monsters looming around, ready to pounce on her at any second.
It would tell you of the bottles that clink in the trash can, and pile up as they are put in.
It would tell you of the woman on her comupter, telling of her lies
and it would tell of the youngest, letting out her cries.
It would tell of a dog, who shook when thunder roared.
It would tell of an old woman, who just wanted to go to sleep.
It would tell of a girl who grew up too quick, no longer little anymore.
It would tell you of that same girl, and her terrible ways she coped
It would tell you of the man, who loved washington more than the 2 little girls
and it would tell of the oldest, begging to be loved for who she is, rainbow and all
Happiest memory
Memories are a funny thing, they sneak up on you when you least expect it and can choke you like a lover, begging for your attention.
But the memory that comes to mind for me was in an abandoned building where the smell of lonliness consumed you like a plauge. Showing you how alone the room truely was without the comfort of people.
But for that second it wasn't alone, because she was there. She was there, climbing up on bars while i stood blow her, scared that she would fall.
But for that second it wasn't alone, because I would jump everytime the alarm went off, making her laugh.
But for that second it wasn't alone, while I muttered "If we get caught I am blaming it on you"
and for that moment I wasn't alone because she was there with me
Her smile lighting up the room, even though there were no lights on
Her laugh filling up the room, making me forget someone could walk in
The wall we took paint off of, because it was fun to do.
So for the evening the room forgot it could be alone, and so did I.
Am I someone you toy with?
Someone to use as your voodoo doll?
Portray those feelings onto me, dear
And show me how to truly feel
And let me believe these feelings are my own
And let me believe these feelings are my own
So let me take the pain,
Let me take it all
Because a doormat is good for one thing
To wipe your feet on
- I never should have let you on my property