That fatal attraction she first had felt when she was in wee years, when there was no one to wipe her eyes, none to re-assure her tears. She clamped her broken hands in bed, waiting for a calling. Patiently waited for her sins, to finally catch her falling.
11/7/04
There gone she says with a look of fear that nobody understands. There gone she says with a look of hate that they carefully remove from her hands. The memory's she'd had so long are taken from her mind, there gone from her, there gone from them, there never to be found. She has them in the back of time that nobody will take. But cleverly they make her blind, and put her on the steak. She cannot struggle for she is dead, dead inside herself, there is no spark of energy, none hidden on the riddens helf.. If she could take back 13 years I'm sure she would indeed. For she was a mistake to them, she was a troubled seed.
Beth Mickunas 11/7/04
Walking through the chaos of her life
Breathing everylast breath inside her lungs
screeming and hoping that someone will hear
But again
.....
shes left alone
Alone in her bed with nothing but numbness
Not just in her body but in her mind
If she screems noone will here
so she is left alone
You broke me, you took me under your wing. You gave me a happy calm that I had never seen. SO here here I am, I'm growing up, how could you think I get over this why did you think I'd have any luck?
And I'm sick of being pushed around_________ I'm sick of people thinking could swim in the vastity of the ocean____. And I'm sick of being let down. By you, your friends and my family. And I'm sick of being crossed out.
But its ok, maybe one day I will die.
And even if you cried, it'd probably be volentarily. So finally here just telling you about some things.even thhough I'd have to prie open your fingers and even you mind. Hell I'd probably get so nervous, cause I've fallen into your mental bind.
so You took my wings, broke them in half.
I paid the toll you do the math.
It smells like innocence from you.
See how see how it feels to feel the truth.
And when I lie in bed______ I think about all the things that were said, or wasn't said
And I cry, a little bit.
But I'm still here
Maybe thats the problem!
But now I realize, I've been dead all along.
Yes now realize, theres no need for a another reassuring song, soooo mabye its your turn. Just for leaving me this way, a bitter happy sometimes person.
I can't quite understand. and I think that you have a gift.
But then again, maybe I'm the only one.
Or maybe I'm just right.
Again.
twist me up hold me under your pall, take me, make me come to your call.
But you'll never have my heart. And If you stain my absence, I'll be forced to be twisted again
So You say that you need me,
to make you feel different
you say that you'll never under-estemate
my deepest darkest sins
and if you want to strip me of my pride
keep doing it again
keep doing it again
again
again
again
Finally realize
I'm helpless, in my own and your eyes_____
so you can under-estemate me
pretend to elevate me
Crack me
and my case
But
not anymore, not anymore not anymore not anymore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm not gonna be twisted up this time this time.