It's 2.00am.
Tonight My Heart Is
In The Frying Pan.
Tired of the Lies, I Give In.
Take Me Somewhere I Won't Drown,
I Can Swim.
Give Me a Chair I Can Sit In.
Cause' I Felt Your Eyes, From Across The Room.
I Could Tell From Our First Kiss, We Were Doomed.
When You Said You Loved Me, You Knew.
When You Said You Loved Me, You Knew.
And Never, Was There A Darker Room.
A Museum of Souls Ripped In Two.
The Shattered Glass Keeps Looking Back At Me, Too.
When You Said You Loved Me, You Knew.

Now The Silence Fills Every Second With Years.
My Courage Waivers, Then Disappears.
The Footprints Leading to the Door,
A Graveyard of Tears.
And the Strength of the Day Caving In.
When The Sun Rises,
It Will Be Behind Me.
Wind to the Horizon.
Begin.

A broken swing on the old oak tree
A scrap of blue fabric holding it together
Messy braids on a head
Wrapped in thin blankets
The wind howls
Moans at the broken glass
The tears in her eyes
The scars, they were here to stay
I wish we could too

The fabric frays
The swing finally falls
The wind keeps howling
howling
and howling

Not only do I look at the cup as half empty
It contains poison
Lost my positive outlook a long time ago
Humor hides my broken feelings
Having breakdown inside though

Full of darkness dampening my mood
No light to cancel it out
On the verge of hyperventilation
Tears fall of sorrow and doubt

I am hollow
Fighting restless itch
Tried pulverizing negativity
No matter which weapons I arm myself with
Is too abundant to expel from my body

My voice quiet and unsure
Words are stronger than stone
I am told I should look on the bright side of things
Stormy weather is all I've ever known

Heard silence when needing comfort
Snowed when I longed for the warmth of the sun
Witnessed those I care about
Walk out door one by one

Wasted hours weeping in vain
Knowing tears would not change the past
I was foolish enough to get my hopes up
Despite the fact good things rarely last

I lost optimism the older I grew
Cannot find silver linings anymore
The partially filled glass knocked off the table
It's completely empty on the floor

Across the street and just below the lilac sky
Catch ashy grey roof tiles that evade the eye
A portal of lamplight, amber and glass
Familiar strangers, imagined pasts

Memories that weren't
Things you don't know
Doors that are locked
A place you can't go