Took my bestYou called me the best,I waved it away,even as I shielded you,day after day.But when you're left alone,and I'm gone you'll see,you spent your whole lifetaking the best of me.So when I'm dead and wasted away,remeber this,remember this day.This is the day,you fight on your own,because my strength,is mine alone.I offered you some,but you took to muchand you used it all,as your little crutch.But I'm taking it backbecause its mine to usebut don't you dare threaten mewith your neck in a noose.Because you can pretendyou can fake it all you want.But I can't protect youfrom every joke and taunt.So live on your ownbefore its to lateand the numbers on your tombstoneare tomorrows' date.
sweet nothingsand the knife whisperedsweet somethings in my ear that night.( i was too weak to resist )the pills dancedin my eyes, promising blessednothings, a fine linebetween greatness and failure.the world is watching,so don't you dare fall.you have the hopes of everyoneresting upon your shoulders.there is no cureonly damnation.
YouCrashing...Burning...Breaking...Crushing...Hurting...Killing...(...me)You say you know meYou say you know my secretsButYouDon'tNo one knowsNot reallyHow dare youYou areCrashing...Burning...Breaking...Crushing...Hurting...Killing......me
Things I Wish I'd Known ThenDear You:I don't really know how to start this. It's kind of weird, to be honest, writing to you, who is myself in a past form. But I guess this letter is to let you know things I wish I'd known back then, which is now for you.Things are going to get hard. You don't really like school, and you take after your father in that aspect. You take after your father in a lot of ways, actually. You're tall like him, compassionate like him; quiet and artistic and you have his feet and nose. But he's got some things to work out. And please realize this when you get further along the road. He has reasons for what he will do, and you need to remember to accept that and adapt.And you do. You become the rock in the family. You become the one who works hard. You become the one who fixes things, whether it's a lightbulb or that damned dishwasher. You become the one who says 'Everything will be alright' when your mother is giving up on life. You're the one who cleans up after other people. And that's
Not a writerToday I took my pencilAnd started to thinkNow what should I write about?Love?I'm sick of itDeath?Too boring to readFeelings?I'm done with itI lie on the floor and start to singSomething so sad and something so sweetNo need to write it downIt's everythingBut nothing aboutMelody is quite simpleAs it comes from the heartYou might think I'm tearfulBut no, I am notToo many reasons why I'm hereToo many questions unrelieved So many people should just leaveAway, get vanished, disappearI'm still holding pencil in my handNot writing, not trying to understandBut I'm singing to feel something newSomething weird, something so goodI'm not a writer and I don't know how to writethough all my life is one big poem, one big fightBut I'm still singingThis melody in meAnd it sounds so perfectlyForgive me pleaseForgive me for thisBut I'm not a writerJust one big dreamer...
My MuseYou are my inspiration,The one I call my Muse,Without you I could not write,My words I could not fuse.You are always there to listen,To help me when I fall,You share with me my passion,Push me to stand tall.With every word that I pen,You are hear in me,Dancing round inside my mind,Enabling me to see.When my thoughts are blocked,And words fail to run true,I try to think of ways that work,But nothing works like you.