And no matter what I do, you'll never look at me the same way that you look at her.
Sure,
She's prettier and flirtier,
She knows what to do in this kind of thing.

But me?
I've got a dream,
And just watch me make it a reality.

Never close your eyes,

Never turn your back,

On what matters the most.



Who cares what you wore,

Or what she thought about your shoes.

You've got something.

Everyone's got something.


I ask one thing of you.

You're talented.

*Don't waste it.

I dreamed that I kissed you.
You were as shocked as I was.
"I'm not sorry," I whispered as I walked away.

Surrounded by family and friends.
Nothing to do,
Nowhere to go,
Peace.

Breathe
The weekly suffocation is over...
Well not over,
But paused.

Breathe
Savor it,
Enjoy it.
In a week and a half,
My everyday craziness will resume.

But for now,
I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

I'm not lonely when I'm alone.
And sometimes I find more comfort in myself than others.
Sometimes I like to put my head phones on and sit and think.
Sometimes I sit in my room all by myself and write for hours and hours and hours.
Sometimes everything anyone does has the capacity to bother me.
Sometimes I like being alone.

Take some of my heart.
Just rip it to shreds.
Leave me with nothing,
But a hole in my chest.

So don't tell me you love me,
I'll push you away.
I'm not afraid of your feelings,
But of what I might say.