Have you seen the missing persons sign?
The one with the pretty girl with wide smile
and sparkling eyes.
The one with a girl who was a honors student
and wouldn't dare disobey her parents.

I think I've seen that girl before
Where?
I last saw her at the bottom of one of the many brandy bottles lined up near the door.
And in the mirror before she took her first fix
But, why?
Because, she couldn't handle the stress anymore, the thoughts of not being good enough and facing the never ending disappointment.

I used to be that girl in the missing persons sign.*
I'm not anymore.*

(a.d)

I tried to fix you
I swear I did
there was just too many
broken pieces
and I couldn't grab
them all
before I began to get cut
and pieces of myself
soon joined yours
on the floor.

(a.d)

I just really need a hug
From my mother
A kiss on the head
And a "Everything will be all right."

I just really need a hug
From my mother
A pat on the back
And a hand to wipe my tears away.

I just really need a hug
From my mother
A story from way back when
And a good laugh to make me feel whole

I just really need a hug
from my mother.


(a.d)

Your presence here is voluntary
But is it really?
You aren't forced to be here
But leaving is a sign of giving up isn't it?
Leaving is a sign of cowardice
                               of weakness
I don't think I can take it
You wouldn't want to disappoint.
You have to make it.
You've made it to this point.
This is what you wanted
What if it isn't?
I don't even know what I want for lunch
It's an opportunity of a lifetime
Yeah, an opportunity to feel stressed out and overwhelmed.
You should be grateful.*
I am grateful, really.
But I just really want to go home.*


(a.d)

It's coming again
I can barely hold this pen
My hands are shaking so hard
And I can barely think straight.
What's wrong with me?
I don't know anymore.
It could be my anxiety
Or just my lack of self control.
What's wrong with me?
I should be able to keep my thoughts in check.
Cause those worrisome thoughts
Are what has brought me here.

Blame it on my anxiety.
Blame it on my lack of self control.

(a.d)

Your words hit me more than I'll ever admit.
Each word pushes me closer to the edge of this pit.
Your words of hate will soon seal my fate.

(a.d)