(2006)
It’s true that what we dream, we b… I always thought of us that way.… And even when you were far away, y… clear as glass. You were always attainable, and no…
Beaten, battered, little old she; betrayed, bewildered, by what coul… blessed blood built of vulnerabili… never will they know what they’ve…
Can I have just five more minutes… To try to make sense of you, to tr… Years of laughing and crying, year… Led us to where we are now; but where are we now? Who are we n…
I wait for the day when your name… when your voice becomes distant, until it eventually fades away. I wait for the day when you aren’t… when I can live and breathe withou…
I watch you watch me. You look right through me. I am invisible but you make me so… You look away as I look. You pretend you don’t notice.
I tried to make something out of n… How do you make something out of n… Everything is something, even if i… You’re a flawless display of nothi… I tried to make something out of n…
HE never understood, but I never… And YOU promised too many things… HE didn’t know that I wanted to d… And YOU couldn’t see how much I… HE told me to believe, but looked…
I want to run. No place in particular. No meaning. No sound. I just want to run.
There once was a time when life ma… when I knew what I wanted because… and I could come and go without qu… Until one day, I woke up. Seeing the same exact things I’ve…
You never know what you have until… and it’s beyond your control, so t… You never know how fast times flie… and nothing makes a difference, th… You never know true heartbreak unt…
She scribbled words. Not on paper, and not with pen, bu… Engraved into something man made. Something that can not be replaced… But she didn’t care, so she scribb…
“Pretty little girl, with your hai… It doesn’t have to be this way. Y… And as the tears strolled down my… Never knowing what was to come, ne… It was silent. The room was black…
Little girl, it wasn’t long ago you’ve wished u… you’ve lost sight of who I am, I’… Little girl, you’ve learned the difference; alt…
You have no idea what it feels lik… Literally tears you open, and eats… until you’re less than what you us… You have no idea what it feels lik… And this hatred, as sharp as a rig…
Where do you go when you’re gone? Do you still taste me on your tong… Do you remember what it feels like… Do you watch her while she sleeps? If you do, who’s face do you see?
