Outside What the mirror hides Is the beauty inside What is this thing reflected? Physical flaws projected And any sign of a heartbeat Is not suspected. Why should the mirror Tell me how to look Without a front page They won't read my book. Always looking for a symbol Something comfortable to find But this rabbit has lost it's fur So I'm exposed But only on the outside My own heart beats it's own melody Your eyes constantly ploughing me down My eyes are afraid of everything That I see You all look the same Yet differ by face I always wanted to be able to reach you But you cut my rope Before I had the chance. Above Earth Waiting for you in my hour of darkness Praying with a heart so hopeful And a body so wounded. I lay there, head pounding, Bruised by violence Soul singing in this hour of silence Feeling so close to your holy distance My fear was fulfilled, Pain lifted it's daggar To stab my mortality, To end the 2D existance I felt on the savage Earth Blood poured and final tears were shed Later on they screamed when they found me dead But now I can only feel better. The hour is long Who keeps time when you're dead? Faith is strong In the distant sky above the sky I see the key to secrets unkept. They all thought they had the answers I know now there is only one right And I fall asleep on a fabricated dream cloud Because now I need dream no more. Blind World Truth is desire I'm waiting for something more Than the voice Of a liar I could be colour blind But I still see the world Through two eyes I could be deaf inside But I would still feel The world on the outside Fact is a feather Take it lightly and let it blow in the wind That the world wants To cover it's shame Jagged Path You're like a pill You give me hallucinations Which make everything seem So much more realistic You're like ice I slip everytime I think of you And this is dangerous But I'd rather risk A bump and a bruise Than a cowardly diversion To the muse You're the fire I've been consumed By your flames I've got no time to think When my mind melts In your heat I've got to be true But I enjoy lying. Thank you Thank you For tearing my world apart So that I had to run around Picking it all back together again Thank you For every name, stare and muttering That filled me with so much paranoia That it took so much time for me to realise That you weren't right Thank you For letting me be outcast from your sheltered society Where a handshake would mean a heartache A way of forcing a lie on someone you'd rather Not be seen with Thank you For stealing my inhaler That I needed all the time So I could take in your lies. Honesty Isn't Found On Earth Don't smile for me I know you're only Putting on a front To please me I can't live Watching you fake Every moment of your life As you say "I'm OK" Why say it if it leads me to only more Dismay? Don't be afraid to Admit your mistake. Why do we constantly try To perfect our imperfections Labelled To be cool Is to be unashamed Of being abnormal. They think they have The definition Wrapped up in a paper box With a ribbon on top But they're only deceived By decoration. This isn't a lamentation This is my celebration. I don't want to be like The ones who dress Desperate to impress. My friends love me for who I am Not for the price of a Pair of trainers That I wouldn't wear anyway Don't look at me like I'm a tearaway You spend so much time Investing on a material life If you had no social life You'd surely die. You wouldn't be the one Smirking at me At every given oppurtunity Call me names I don't care I'd rather be called them Than be the Narrow-minded Alien That you are. This Child Isn't Your Child Anymore I know you You created me Why do I doubt you Why do you doubt me I'm not the happy child I used to be anymore Are you still proud of me Now that you can't count my flaws On just your fingers? Put so much trouble Into such a wonderful creation But I feel like I need more help now When your hand has lost it's grip. On this branch of shame I'll trip Why do I need to get away From the one I've been so close to. You hate my failings Because I was born from inside you. I can't sleep without dreaming Of the trouble I've been to you. Roses And Razors Roses are red Violets are blue Here is the love That I had for you. Razors are sharp Violators are to Here is the blood That I send to you. Roses are dead Violets are doomed All that you wanted I can't give to you. Razors smell lovely Like bittersweet decay Why couldn't I be Your gift for the day? Loose Cannon Here's my heart on a piece of paper Rip it up. I'll tape it back together later Just let me disintegrate. Let me do what I want For once Please. You should know I love you Why can't you see Is your heart ripped into pieces too So no-one could tell? But you make me feel so bad Everytime I let you down. Letting you down Like a loose cannon Letting all that love I have for you Explode Destructing Everything I ever believed Maybe I believed too much in you And not enough in me SWEET NOTHING Sweet nothing You killed romance Where did you hide your gun? Did you shot the bullet Kidnap cupid And run? Sweet nothing You're such a Bitter something You've chosen Thorns over roses Sweet nothing You crept in the dark With no lantern You still managed To soil my soul Sweet nothing You painted blood on a canvas Where my heart used to lie You act like a ghost But you're living Right? Buried Before Time What if I died tomrrow? To turn cold Emptiness filling a grave That wasn't ready to be dug up yet Not to know the beauty In love Not to see her eyes Telling me the wonder of the word Forevermore Not to share a breath Or create a moment To frame a lifetime Why worry about dying tomorrow If I already feel so dead inside My soul is painted black Too many lies have made it crack The ink stains Writing my destiny And I can't take it back Losing everything Gaining nothing But respect After death Is the most painful irony The scar on my soul Easy Way Out You eat you breathe you take Do you look for something new To make your life feel true? Do you save yourself for that long distant etheral moment Or do you spare your temptation Taste the sweetest cup with the Sourest of emotion When will you learn To live on your everyday needs And to leave The sacred desires In the waiting room I guess it gets stuffy in there You find yourself Getting impatient But if your needs weren't greeds You'd find yourself a higher seat at the feast Now that you're so full You see no point in sampling The smaller things You would have deserved If only you'd kept your cool If only you'd taught your predestined sins To hold their breath