Turn the PageYou say, "Take it all back Any chance you get" But I'm never going to do it Some things are meant to be Whether you want it or not to be I'll keep this part of me Even if you choose to leaveTurn the Page
And he has my heart And he doesn't even know it Turn the page and then he's over it Keep reading the book at least It's the only reminder you'll have of me
You go and throw away All the little pieces Please tell me, is it all better now? Do you still feel the same? Words'll always be words, but this is us And I'll keep this mess we've made &
InterludeA thousand hearts fill my paper As I stare blankly at the teacher I hear stories of centuries from the past But not one makes sense to me What happened to taking notes? I guess I couldn't pay attention Unless I heard your name in the story 'Cause someone had your name beforeInterlude
And these hours, oh they pass by Just like you when you walk by And this longing, oh when is it going to stop? When are you going to stop by and talk?
They say waiting shows dedication But I think I've waited far too long Because these hours don't add up to those days W
My StarOpen eyes, searching the sky For that star that'll light up my life They always said I was a dreamer Never saw past the words they told But did I ever have to? I always knew what was right Just didn't want it as the truthMy Star
And times have changed So don't tape that label On me once again
I'm not the one you used to know I've finally let all that go 'Cause I've found myself in this world Don't need another sad story to tell 'Cause lies are lies and they kill And all I want to do is be me
Came back home after ten years No one
Shed the PretenseThis reflection has become smeared by this dizzying metamorphose. The power struggle of the old and new is keeping me awake at night. I'm damn near my breaking point yet I keep picking away at what I was in hopes of what I could be. From this midpoint I'm afraid... is this change really for the better? It seems the more I work to simplify it the more complications arise. Each cure is but a symptom of a new ailment to come. As I'm fixing myself I'm breaking the others... I can bear no hate towards their response their frustration with this chaShed the Pretense
Mutilated CanvasI've been trying to put into words these things I must tell you. I can't just keep ignoring your questioning eyes. The truth... These words are not for you ...They never were. I never could find the means to articulateMutilated Canvas
my feelings for you. Even now my words to you are vague like the memories I hold of you. My tongue is inspired by another. It was she who engendered
this chain of introspection. You probably don't know her if not by fleeting glance as you passed her in the hallway. Like me, I'm sure you would have never guessed that she would grow
summer '09!
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