I can tell that things have changed
no longer flirting and "i love you's"
now i feel like we're acquaintances
And all the silly promises, will never come true.

I'm not sure what changed
It feels like we miles apart
I gave you everything i had
I even gave my fragile heart

Please tell me what happened
Cause it's a mystery to me
We were so good together,
Maybe you just needed to be free.

Baby what happened to us
Where is the love we shared
Why such bitterness?
I thought you really cared.

Please, I'm begging
Love me again and stay
I promise you I'll behave
You can have it your way.

Am I a fool
Believing the world could change
That it could be one day find its lost light
And finally shine by its own power

Am I fool
Believing life was over for me
That no understood me
Leaving me alone to contemplate my own existence

Am I fool
Believing lies I told  myself thinking I could be someone
That I could someday be the untitled king of the new world
Ruling my people with a smile upon my face

Am I fool
Believing that I am something other than darkness
That my life isn't for nothing
Or is that nothing more than false hope as well

Am I fool
Believing the could be something different
That what we see today is a lie
Then I gladly call myself a fool

A fool who will bring his foolish dream to reality

I don’t know why but it hurts more when the sting is coming from your lips.
Do you ever regret me?
When you look into my eyes do you see yourself?
Do you see your soul-mate’s eyes?
They’re the same shade of brown.
Does it make you feel big to make me feel little?
And do you mean what you say?
I feel Victimized by you.
And I feel like I try to outrun this storm but this tornado follows my every move;
Lashing it’s wrath at me every chance it gets..
Ruining everything in the process.
Did you know when you call me stupid I believe you?
And that sometimes I wait outside for what feels like hours,
Just to avoid any contact with you.
I’m scared to talk to you all the time because I never know which
“you” is going to respond..
I pray for peace amid the storm but sometimes it doesn’t come…
Then I break..
I go into a deep dark hole dug by your bare hands.
You help me in, it’s your pleasure…
What I never expected was to find a white dove at the bottom of this hole.
I send him to you in hopes he helps you find your way,
And I told him to tell you I love you…

To you, I must be the vegetables your mother told you to eat at the dinner table.
You push me to the side even though you know I'm good for you.
Even though you know your body needs me running through your veins.
You spoon me,
Then when the coast is clear you put me down & pick up something more appetizing on your plate.
I'm just there.
You scrape me to the side & spread me apart to make it look as though you've taken more of me than you actually have.
To give the illusion of health.
An illusion that you're doing what you're supposed to be doing.
But I know better.
I know because I'm the one sitting on your plate, getting cold.
While you consume all that looks & taste better than me,
I go to waste.