11:11

I wish I may,
I wish I might.
Every single freaking night
I wish upon that sacred minute.
11:11. It's always the same.
I wish for you, love,
to feel the love,
the same love I feel for you.

Chances are you won't
Chances are I won't stop trying.
So 11:11 come again soon
I need to make my wish come true!

The Rollar Coaster of You and Me

When I talk to them about you,
It all seems so clear to me.
I am wasting my time,
I have fallen victim to this love.

But when I talk to you about anything,
My heart pounds and feelings bubble,
threatening to erupt,
Showering the earth with happiness.

And then when I don't talk to you.
I begin to question,
All that I am and all that could have been.
It's a continuous cycle,
a rollar coaster that I can't get off.
No matter how hard I scream

No more

You've never cared about me have you?
You're not sorry that you have taken all that I have
without bothering to give anything in return.
How can someone so small rip such a large
section of my heart away?
You'll never know how much I've hurt.
Because you never cared.
And it's likely that you never will.
I am through giving away free love.
You don't deserve the love I was so willing to share.
No, you don't even deserve to be my friend.
Where did you go?
Where is the boy I used to know?
The one who cared and shared and loved?
This new identity that you have is cold and selfish.
I hate him for taking away the first one that truly mattered to me.
No more.

Can you hear the echos?

You tell me not to worry about not being perfect.
Do you realiz,e though, that you are the problem.
Do you realize that since I'm in love all by myself,
that I wonder what's wrong with me?

I am screaming out to you,
as loud as my lungs will allow.
Can you even hear the echos?
You are in your own world
Why can't you let me in?

My whole world is you.
It's sad but it's entirely too true.
I cry when you're far and I beam when you're near.
My world must spin on; with or without you.
So hop on quick or miss me forever.

Grown Up

I think that in a way I have grown up.
Grown stronger, grown smarter, grown apart from you.
It only took one time for me to see
that I didn't need you every second of every day.
If you don't want what I do, I don't need you.
I've grown stronger
Holding my head up strong
When your shoulder's not there to lean it on.
I've grown smarter
Realizing all of this may not be right for me
But still keeping a tiny sliver of hope.
I've grown apart from you.
You're like a peice of my childhood
and I can take you with or leave you behind.
You decide. No! In fact, I'll decide!

Flipside...

One day I was miserable.
Fearing that I had lost you.
I saw you drifting away
Like a beautiful flower floating down the river
Beautiful, precious, and unattainable.
Or so it seemed...
But today, you seemed to pause,
look back at me and dare me to take a risk,
to dive deep into the waters of the unexpected,
the waters of the undescribable.
So here I go.
Into the Flipside

Wasting

I hope that it's not true.
But lately I can't help but think I've been wasting my time.
On you.
I have so many feelings
wasted on you.
I have no idea what you feel.
Or if you feel anything at all.
When is it too late?
When is my heart allowed to break free
from the chains you've wrapped around it?
When will I stop wasting my time?

Waiting

I am forever waiting for you.
Why do I do this to myself?
At first, waiting seemed like the only option.
The only way to let you know.
That I will always be here.
But everytime I wait,
I die a little inside.
Maybe now is the time to move on
To give you up for something real.
And if later you discover
what you could have had with me.
Then you can wait. For me

That Girl in the Mirror

That girl in the mirror is a friend I used to know.
Now when I look at her, I stare.
She is a stranger.
Sometimes I fear that I will never meet her.
I know that somewhere deep inside of her,
she knows that she is beautiful.
Deep, deep inside.

My mind fills with doubts and judgements.
She is not enough of anything.
She is a continuous work-in-progress.
That girl in the mirror stares back at me with cold eyes.
She is dying to escape from the hell that lies behind the glass.

One Day...He'll Think of Me

One day, he will wake up, see the sunshine and he'll think of me.
One day, he'll walk down the street and see a girl who looks like me.
He'll turn around and find it's a stranger. But he'll think of me.

One day, he'll hear that song and he'll think of me.
One day, he'll read the note I wrote pouring out my heart.
He'll close his eyes, and he'll think of me.

One day, that boy will tell me that he thinks of me.
One day he will realize what he needs is all that I am.
And on that day, I'll think of him.

When I meet a boy who runs and smiles. I'll think of him.
And when I hear that song run through my head. I'll think of him.
And when my heart pounds the way it does now. I'll think of him.

One day... come quick. I can't stop thinking about him.