My music knows my pain
and mocks it
pandora on shuffle
it plays exactly what I don't need
it knows exactly how I feel.

maybe i shouldn't
wear my heart
on my sleeve
i'm so transparent
you probably
see right through me

You are so
vague
sometimes it
kills me
can you not
tell me things
can i not hear
your secrets
i won't
tell a soul
do you
not
trust me?
I trust you
without
really giving it
much thought
I should have
probably
thought this through
too late
I just can't help
but feel
like maybe
maybe I was wrong
I hate being wrong
and maybe
maybe I can't do this
maybe I'm lying to myself
maybe
...
maybe
we
really
are
better
off
as
strangers
maybe
i'm breaking
my own
heart.

out of my comfort zone
is where I belong.

unaware,oblivious
you're constantly talking
talking is not required
kiss me

I have the face of a  Porcelain Doll
or so I'm told
but unlike Porcelain Dolls
my face continues to grow old

I have been told I'm a beautiful girl
but beauty fades with time
so don't fall in love with beauty
but fall in love with rhyme.

The cricket chirps a requiem for itself
it knows it's going to die
trapped inside the tarantula's cage
Thorn's eating well tonight.