Memories

I remember when I was crying

and you were there to break my fall

and you always hated to see my tears

So I stopped crying around you

I remember when I was being picked on

and you defended me

and you always got between me and danger

So I stopped getting into trouble

I remember when I couldn't stand on my own two feet

and you took me hand

and you were always supporting me...

So I got a little stronger

tried to take my burden off your shoulders

cause it was never yours to carry

and I don't care if it kills me

to let you live your life

without me to look after

cause I've never been good

at anything but running away

until today

Fair-Weather Friend

Dear Fair-Weather Friend,

I've been there for you

through thick and through thin

but you've never been more

than a Fair-Weather Friend

You've told me you care

just to keep me nearby

in case you need my shoulder

in case you need to cry

I told you I'd be here

For you 'til the end

but you're still nothing more

than a Fair-Weather Friend

Life

Life is like a dance

Sometimes it's slow and smooth

Sometimes it's fast and furious

Some people know all the moves

Some people are just making things up as they go

But only the people out on the floor are really having a good time

Dreaming

I see the past through one eye

and the present through the other

and I'm always walking towards the future

it doesn't feel like I'm getting anywhere at all

Am I even moving?

Is any of this real?

maybe I'm only dreaming....

I'm living for the here and now

but I don't know if I'm living at all

I just keep walking towards the blurry horizon

it doesn't feel like I'm getting anywhere at all

Am I even moving?

Is any of this real?

maybe I'm only dreaming....

When will it be my turn?

and will I ever get the chance?

And how will I ever know if I'm alive

If I never get to color outside these lines?

it doesn't feel like I'm getting anywhere at all

Am I even moving?

Is any of this real?

maybe I'm only dreaming....

Nobody

Nobody hugs me

Nobody's there

Nobody listens

Nobody cares

Nobody holds me

like I'm his whole world

Nobody thinks

that I'm more than just some girl

and everyone tells me that

Nobody's a fool

but if I am thread

He is the spool.

In the end

In the end my life is words
scrawled in lines across the page
leaving not a single spot of white
with no two words the same

and it's written in so many colors
that the words are hard to read
but these words are all I've learned
my love, my life, my creed

In the end my life's a book
faded by the sands of time
it may be tattered and torn
but in the end....
.... it's mine.

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