But Her Eyes Saved His Life, In The Middle Of Summer

You're voice sounded desperately close

But the moon here is taunting as your sun just rose.

I'll shut my eyes and listen only to your song.

Watch me ignore the world's fall with everything and me being pulled along.

Distant by not only miles and a day,

You're as far as a life not lived slipping away.

Keep singing about dolls, ballerinas and the weather

Keep on singing, even if you sing in a whisper.

Play your dear piano, I'll watch you touch the keys.

Play until the tune will be just a memory.

A memory in a melody will take us both home,You, where you continue to make your music

And I in different place, not with you but not alone.

Trying to keep things together even if things are already gone.

Your words will be with me until the ink starts to run

Or when the ballerinas have slipped and fallen,

I'll still read your letters when the doll faces turn sullen.

So sing me a song, play me a tune.

Read me a story and write me a letter to the moon.

I'll put you on replay without a doubt,

Until the clowns start crying out loud.

I Write Sins, Not Tragedies

Sometimes people can't believe in themselves until someone believes in them first. And when I didn't need anyone anymore I needed you, baby, you are still the song I sing when I'm alone. Then you look at me. whats wrong with me you say? I say nothing, I was meant to be this way. All I want is something to hold onto, thats all I really need. I still like to feel your eyes on me. Then you whispered to me "I love how you lie to yourself as your whole world is falling apart." Well honey, the ground has a nice view. Sometimes I hate that I'm losing you, but I think that you kinda miss me too. Somehow that makes me feel better.

Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk with you again. I'm just scared of the way things should be, because I'm really not the type of girl who likes to tell the world about myself. After all, I keep all of my disappointments locked up in a box behind my closet door. I fucked this one up long ago.

I don't know what you thought you were protecting me from. I didn't need to be protected from anything. And then I know when you look at me, it's like you're secretly telling me not to give up. Remember when we fell in love with perfect, awkward grace? You're eyes make me forget how badly I've been hurt before.

Intermission

So everything seems to be working out

wonderfully 

From A Mountain In The Middle Of The Cabins.

They told me beauty was dangerous

But I searched for it, In a dusk café

Of a twilight City, where the space between night and day

Is the swirl of a coat.

The cardplayers and espresso sippers,

The lost music of my generation and the

Generation lost in music. The cold, cold

Glass against my shoulder,

warm Ceramic in my hands.

It’s raining outside, and sometimes

The door opens up and Rain comes in,

Bells chiming his entrance.

No one sees him but me—their faces and

Eyes are lost in each other.

Rain shakes my hand and

Sits beside me, and rests his damp head

On my shoulder.

“Are you beauty?” I ask him.

“Yes,” he says, “But not yours.”

The man behind the counter slides me

A drink, along with a bill that’s

Less than it should be. His skin and hair is ivory.

I ask Albino if he is Beauty.

“Yes,” he says. “But you wouldn’t guess it.”

Calculations and definition swim in a blind

Woman’s eyes. She is at the edge,

A knife between her heart and mind.

Her hands shake as she raises coffee to her mouth.

“I am Beauty,” she tells me. “You don’t have to ask.”

So I don’t ask.

I watch Albino with his

White hands in soapy water, I listen to Rain pounding

Out lost memory, and I speak to Blind of things she can’t see.

I'm Ready.

It started so many years ago. A little problem that proceeded to grow, How big it would get, no one could know. But if they had, it could have helped so. She grasped the blade, it touched her skin; This is where the saga did begin. She cut herself to remove her sin, The evil poured out as the steel went in. She soon realized that each cut brought release It brought her harmony, brought her peace. It was a welcome feeling, how could she cease? The amount of cutting began to increase. It was a vicious cycle of blood and pain She'd cut one day, then try to abstain. You can't understand, because it's hard to explain; But if she didn't cut she'd become insane. She kept on cutting she couldn't stop; Once you've picked up a blade it's hard to drop. She knew one day her veins would pop, But all she ever wanted was to be on top. So she kept on going, she cut more and more. She felt her anguish melt each time her skin tore. When she couldn't breathe and she hurt to the core, It relieved her to see her blood drip to the floor. So thats the story, and it seems over, but The story is in a book that will never shut. Because you see, after that first cut She was addicted for life, she's a Razor Slut. She'll do anything to get her hands on a blade. Some she's stolen, and for some she paid. It's because as she looks at the scars she's made, She makes new cuts for each one that fades. She can't stop cutting, she lives for the rush: The loudness before, afterwards the hush. It's like with Death she's had a brush Each time she cuts and sees the blood rush. She parts her skin like it's the Red Sea. Once it's out of the way her blood is free, And once she cuts her pain can flee... It's all as simple as A-B-C. Maybe it's more simple for her than for you Because she's done things you never had to do, She knows things of which you have no clue. Being a Razor Slut is how she gets through. Often she thinks she'd be better off dead, But cutting removes that thought from her head. She calms down as her skin she shreds, And the world looks much better after she's bled. She's a Razor Slut, and it keeps her whole. Kills her body, but liberates her soul.

You Know It Will Always Just Be Me.

"I saw your name in lights last night.

It's the middle of the night,

and I can't sleep,

thinking all my trumpeting thoughts,

and I get out of bed,

open the curtains,

and look into the night full of stars,

and you know what I saw?

Your name.

Like the stars joined up and spelled the word for me.

Like a sign."

Pretty. Odd.

He told me he would save me and I cried.
Everyone looks at me different now. It's like I have a sign on my back saying "Fragile, handle with care, or she might try to kill herself again."
You're going to selfdestruct. I think thats what I like.
We scream our insecurities, and mumble our apologies. And thats why our world will always be so wrong.
These are my words that I have never said before.. I think I am doing okay. And this is the smile I have never shown before.
Past the point of no return, no backward glances, our games of make-believe are at an end.

Your biggest challenge isn't someone else. It's the ache in your lungs, and the burning in your legs, and the voice inside you that yells can't. But you don't listen, you push harder. And you hear the voice whisper can. And you discover that the person you thought you were is no match for the one you really are.
You were my cure, and I was your disease. I was killing you, and you were saving me.

Stop worrying about me. I can't talk to you anymore because I know I'm freaking you out, and you worry about me.
Randomly she bites her lip, hiding the picture in her mind. Randomly she smiles, remembering every word you said that night.
We could only wonder how she would be able to dust herself off and start over again. And yet, we knew we couldn't bear for her not to, and felt evermore optimistic that after all her struggles, she would someday meet her man, her equal. A man with the same charisma, love for life, and humanity she possessed. In the meantime ,she'd have her friends, and the knowledge that she deserved the world.
You left your Bible on the dresser so I put it in a drawer. because I can't seem to talk to God without yelling anymore. And when I sit at your piano, I can almost hear the hymns. The keys are collecting dust, but I can't close the lid.
You told me that you want to die. I said, "I've been there myself more than a few times." And I go back every once in a while. You called me lucky. You said, "Tonight is a wonderful night to die." I asked you how you could tell, you told me to look at the sky. "Look at all those stars, look at how goddamn ugly the stars are."
You're way too young to not believe it's going to be okay.
The memories are bittersweet. The taste you leave is still stuck in my mouth. I want to touch you, want to breathe you. Say, "fuck you, I don't need you, get out right now." We were strangers when we met. And we were strangers when you left.
You were my compass leading me to nowhere fast. Promises were lonely roads, I followed you down like a map. Fuck you. Promises don't make friends.

When The Day Met The Night

Once I learn to
love myself

I promise I'll love

you next.

For A Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic.

+I'm really sticking to my
word,
when I say:
You are not getting to me.

-I was lied to,
and taken advantage of
by a:
stupid boy.

+I do actually believe
that every single person
is:
Beautiful.

-I feel like I'm
losing myself
to:
you.

These Backs Are Made For Stabbing

"When life gets me blue, I think about you"

So basically, I have been:
Lead on
Let down
And sick.

But I still think this has been the best Summer
of my
life.

We'll Spend The Night Together, From Now Until Forever.

"Spoon, spoon, spoon, I wan't you in my room."

=D

You Could, 'Cause You Can, So You Do

You remind me of a former love that I once knew

And you carry a little piece with you

We were holding hands walking through the middle of the street

It's fine with me, I'm just taking in the scenery

I'd like to pretend,

that you aren't ever leaving.

Take a chance, take your shoes off, dance in the rain

Yea we're splashing around and the news spread all over town

I'm not complaining that it's raining, I'm just saying that I'd like it a lot

More than you think, if the sun would come out and sing with me

What if you needed me,

like I need you?

Do You Know What I'm Seeing?

It's true, you know.

Everyone seems so:

Happy.

Lucky.

In Love.

Things seem to be really shaping up.

I seem to know who my real friends are.

They seem to know, and appreciate who I am.

I should really trust more people.

I trust you with,

everything.

I've been taking so many pictures lately,

trying to capture every single memory.

Forever.

Am I still confused?

Heck yes.

(But I don't care if you don't.)

Sweetie, You Had Me.

Things are shaping up to be pretty odd.

Little deaths in musical beds.
So it seems I’m someone I’ve never met.

All it is, is effort.
Sneak a glance, slip a smile.

You will only hear these elegant crimes,
Fall on your ears from criminal dimes.
They spill unfound from a pretty mouth.

It's better when you decide what you want to hear.
Don't listen to her.

Everybody gets there and everybody gets their, and everybody gets their way.
I never said I missed her when everybody kissed her,
Now I’m the only one to blame.

Please don't pretend it wasn't important to you.
It meant the world to me.

Things have changed for me, and that’s okay.
I feel the same, I’m on my way, and I say.
Things have changed for me, and that’s okay.

It's true what they say.
Confidence is key.
"Fake it 'till you make it."

I want to go where everyone goes,
I want to know what everyone knows,
I want to go where everyone feels the same.

Things are:
safe.
Secure.
Happy.
Wonderful.

I never said I’d leave the city,
I never said I’d leave this town.
A falling out we won’t tiptoe about.

Too bad for you.
I just don't care for you,
or your gossip anymore.

Things have changed for me.