Perfectly Imperfect

I’m far away

From perfection

Each time I look at my reflection

I see the pain behind my eyes

The stomach that doesn’t feel right

I hate the way I am

Some days more than others

 

I wish I wish with all my heart

I can get through this life

Without falling apart

I’ve broken down more times than I can count

I rebuild then my foundation falls out

P8ick me up one more time

Glue me together so you can’t see the lines

I might not like what I see

But I’m me and I’m free to say

I’m perfectly imperfect

 

Mirrors are my biggest fear

They show me all that is wrong

They show the sour note in my song

I trust the cracked idea I have

Of who I am, I see the bad

I hate the way I am

Wish I could stay undercover

 

I wish I wish with all my heart

I can get through this life

Without falling apart

I’ve broken down more times than I can count

I rebuild then my foundation falls out

P8ick me up one more time

Glue me together so you can’t see the lines

I might not like what I see

But I’m me and I’m free to say

I’m perfectly imperfect

 

The hourglass runs out

While I wish it was my figure

The pull is at a five foot ten

At five foot three, it’s hard to swim

I may be cracked into pieces

But I am still perfectly unbroken

On the inside

 

I wish I wish with all my heart

I can get through this life

Without falling apart

I’ve broken down more times than I can count

I rebuild then my foundation falls out

P8ick me up one more time

Glue me together so you can’t see the lines

I might not like what I see

But I’m me and I’m free to say

I’m perfectly imperfect

 

I won’t break down, or tell you my secret

I am perfectly imperfect

Price To Pay

Broken mirrors show the truth

We are all pieces

We are the youth

Daughters and sons

Of the hollow ones

 

We have no inside

We’re skin shaped with scars

Shatters of shimmers

Glasses that glimmer

Ready to cut our wrists

 

Our wrists are empty

No point in cutting deeper

Blood flows aplenty

 

Shards of hate weave through our past

One needle in, one needle out

Sewing our future to the past

So we can’t outrun it

So we can’t get away

Our whole tomorrow depends on today

We better make it the best

Or it’ll be our price to pay

 

Chandeliers of golden days

Swinging as I knock it down

A pinata with a fancy name

Instead of candy, it rains tears

Lands as a crown of my fears

 

A crown of thorns made just for me

Red of blood, crimson down my dress

white of sleep and purest dreams

 

Shards of hate weave through our past

One needle in, one needle out

Sewing our future to the past

So we can’t outrun it

So we can’t get away

Our whole tomorrow depends on today

We better make it the best

Or it’ll be our price to pay

 

Love makes ends

When hate won’t mend

The Broken Ones

Waiting for the rain to start

I live my life trying not to fall apart

Spend way too much on my shopping cart

Filled with life’s bowl of candy

 

But wait

The candy isn’t for my plate

It goes to those who add to hate

The sugar is too sweet for me

 

Loving the truth is never easy

Especially when it’s wrong

 

I don’t deserve to feel the way I do

But neither does he, neither do you

The whole wide world is ours to make

With handmade love and hand rolled clay

We are meant for something more

All someone’s daughter, someone’s son

We are all the broken ones

 

We fall, we steal, we bend, we feel

We fall. We steal, we bend, we feel,

 

Touch me where I need it most

Inside my heart, I’ve put a moat

Alligators and soldiers stand at post

Waiting for someone to come

 

My brain needs some stimulation

I’m sick of lifelong simulations

My future is my own fixation

It’s not very clear

 

Loving the truth is never easy

Especially when it’s when wrong

 

I don’t deserve to feel the way I do

But neither does he, neither do you

The whole wide world is ours to make

With handmade love and hand rolled clay

We are meant for something more

All someone’s daughter, someone’s son

We are all the broken ones

 

We fall, we steal, we bend, we feel

We fall. We steal, we bend, we feel,

 

We feel the loneliness when we aren’t alone

I feel my heart turning into stone

Statues of me are nothing but bone

Remnants of a short life lived

 

A short life now life living free

On an earth that sings along

 

I don’t deserve to feel the way I do

But neither does he, neither do you

The whole wide world is ours to make

With handmade love and hand rolled clay

We are meant for something more

All someone’s daughter, someone’s son

We are all the broken ones

 

We fall we heal, we bend, we feel

We fall, we heal, we bend, we feel

 

Stand tall, it’s real, we’ll mend, we feel
We are all the broken ones

Butterfly Effect

Here comes the future

Here comes the past

Here comes days of our lives thrown like knives at our back

Here comes tomorrow

Here comes the sun

Here comes our last chance to break free and run

 

We don’t want to waste our sunrises

Waiting for sunsets

Today is as good as

Any day will get

We are tough

We are strong

Waiting for the mocking bird

To sing his morning song

But the joke’s on us

 

Tell me yesterday will be better

I can’t wait for it much longer

Hope my faith is getting stronger

With each step I take

I’m awake and flying

Ahead to my own wake

Hopefully I’m awake longer

Than it takes

I’d rather be dead

Than wasting the day away

No more bones, no more homes

To build a moat around

And set a fire to dream dread

 

If time travel worked

I’d be the first in line

To turn back to the day

My cracks turned to the outside

Then I’d go to the future

Change that one thing that I missed

Let the butterfly effect do it’s part

So I won’t always be like this

One moment changes it all

 

Tell me yesterday will be better

I can’t wait for it much longer

Hope my faith is getting stronger

With each step I take

I’m awake and flying

Ahead to my own wake

Hopefully I’m awake longer

Than it takes

I’d rather be dead

Than wasting the day away

No more bones, no more homes

To build a moat around

And set a fire to dream dread

 

Here comes the past

Here comes the future too

Here comes my will stop wishing life was through

Here comes the memories

Here comes gasoline

Here comes burning down each bridge I have in me

My Favorite Friend

Brush the dust off your patched jeans

Come along, dive in with me

The ocean looks like it’s too deep

But we’ll touch the sea shelled floor   

 

Falling head over heels

We’ll take off our training wheels

My heart is yours to steal

And I’ll keep yours forever more

 

Open up the unlocked door

 

Let me enter your daydreams

You endlessly jump into mine

This trampoline bounces too high

But I’m not coming down

I’m ready to touch the clouds

You make me feel alive again

My first in line, my favorite friend

I’ll bend over backwards for you

 

Treehouse mates and dinner plates

Broken glass and writing slates

Writing notes until it’s late

Then the floor caves in

 

We float looking at the ground

The whole world has turned upside down

Gravity gave up its crown

Asking “Where have you been?”

 

“We’ve been caught up in the wind”

 

Let me enter your daydreams

You endlessly jump into mine

This trampoline bounces too high

But I’m not coming down

I’m ready to touch the clouds

You make me feel alive again

My first in line, my favorite friend

 

We’ll stay up and we’ll go low

When we stop, no one will know

No even us, no where to go

 

Let me enter your daydreams

You endlessly jump into mine

This trampoline bounces too high

But I’m not coming down

I’m ready to touch the clouds

You make me feel alive again

My first in line, my favorite friend

Red Carpet Royalty

 

My life consists of fire

Burning up desire

To be stuck inside a TV show

 

If I was a star

I wouldn’t have to reach far

I could go wherever I could go

 

Hollywood is not the place for me

I’m not meant for red carpet royalty

My eyes bloodshot from staying up

My cheeks are flushed from prescription drugs

Life behind the screen is never reality

No, i’m not just a pretty place to see

They mistake my fears for fake vanity

Don’t make me be, make me be, make me be

Something that I’m not

 

Walking down the boulevard

Shouldn’t be too hard

I hold on tight to the jewels and dollar bills

 

My family has been left behind

I tried to stay, but they’re hard to find

I guess they were right about my looks to kill

 

My look comes from my eyes

My body is a table after Thanksgiving

There’s no more pumpkin pie

I have nothing to give, no need to keep living

 

Hollywood is not the place for me

I’m not meant for red carpet royalty

My eyes bloodshot from staying up

My cheeks are flushed from prescription drugs

Life behind the screen is never reality

No, i’m not just a pretty place to see

They mistake my fears for fake vanity

Don’t make me be, make me be, make me be

Something that I’m not

 

Hollywood might be the place for me

Nobody is red carpet royalty

We all have those nights where we mess up

Drugs or sleeplessness are more than enough

Life behind the screen is never reality

None of us are pretty places to see

When we’re told how we’re supposed to be

We’re all seen, we’re all sen, we’re all seen

As ojects that we’re not

Dirty Laundry

 

You have left me no choice

Than to escape this awful game

I try to aim, but i’m insane

At least that’s what they say

 

The voices scream louder

Each day, I must pay

The price of my life

The blood on my shoulder

 

It drips down onto my face

Gumming up my hair

Trying to replace

 

Tell me one more thing and I will go

No other words will make me live and I must go

So let me know that I’m ready

Tell me that I’m falling through

The staircase up to heaven

I guess you’re coming too

 

This illness

Brings me down, under the ground

It gives me all my memories

I’m so much deeper than six feet

 

My own body

Is killing itself, as I break myself

I try to be clear, but my words disappear

Into thin cold air

 

So give me one last chance

To redeem myself another time

This gift card has run out

 

Tell me one more thing and I will go

No other words will make me live and I must go

So let me know that I’m ready

Tell me that I’m falling through

The staircase up to heaven

I guess you’re coming too

 

You are coming too

My demons are coming through

Making me turn into you

My disorder is less than organized

 

My laundry is dirty, not ready to be let out

And dried