Home Sweet Home Is Lost

They say not to make homes out of people.
And how pathetic am I,
who made a mansion with your soul.
I guess I can understand now
why they say that,
because I can't see you
and I'm left feeling homeless.
I thought I was going to
live there forever,
I guess forever is shorter
than I realized.

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The Grey

Why must people always have to be either good or bad? What if I was a good girl with bad tendencies or a bad girl who did good things? Must things always be placed in little boxes? What about those who do not fit into any box? What happens to them?

Turmoil of Lack of You

Do you remember that day the sun didn't shine, the birds didn't sing, And poison rained from the sky? That was the day you wouldn't talk to me.

Surviving Without You

I'll sob and cry my heart out, drowning my sorrows in a gallon of ice-cream. But then I'll stand back up, wipe the tears from my face, put a bandaid over my heart, and move on with my life. You won't be the death of me, because you're not that special. I'll be okay without you.

Rewriting The Stars

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