People Pleaser, Hardly Know Her

This is the empty moment where I used to stop and pray
It's there as a reminder that I'm helpless everyday
My instincts tell me something that the past has proved untrue

Everyone you show up for will do the same for you

I say nobody knows me but I'm the one who set the scene
The world outside is watching only what I let them see
Apparitions passing by floating careless through my life
Blurry photo in my phone they don't even try to hide

I'm frozen by the choices I'm still choosing not to make
I'm haunted by an army of the chances I don't take
So drown me in the river that was supposed to cleanse me
Until I find my way again I'll stick to just pretending

The Only Car on U.S. 19

Sitting by myself inside this empty house, where I chose to be
This barren tile prison, I used to call it home, feels so alien to me
My phone keeps going off, will it ever stop? Can I ever be free?
From the feeling that I failed even though I gave every part of me

Still I go to greet what's next
With no hopes and no regrets

You still live in my head where one question always lingers: Will you be ok?
I see you getting stronger while my days just get longer, let me waste away
I tried to make you see what I wanted to believe was always there
It’s so hard to be angry (at someone) when you know they tried their best to care

Still I go to greet what's next
With no hopes and no regrets

Because I have to

Dark Crystal

Like a star you glisten through the unfathomable space between us

Yet somewhere deep and cold you dance graceful among the chaos

Swirling lonely in the void, the most beautiful daughter born from the nothingness

What immeasurable fortune that I would rise from the clay in this fleeting moment

Be there no maker, loving or cruel, then I should decide my fate was always to behold you

Parts Work

On my own two feet again
And I'm stumbling - over the lessons I should have already learned

On my own two feet again
And I'm walking - on the coals that I lit, but it burns

On my own two feet again

Nothing's easy - someday soon it's gonna' be my turn

I'm tired, I inhale

Let's do this for one more day

I'm strong, I exhale

It takes so much work to stay this way

 

On my own two feet again
And I'm losing - the weight I should never have gained

On my own two feet again
They sold me - the freedom, but didn't mention the pain

On my own two feet again
Have mercy - it's so cold but I want to feel the rain

I'm tired, I inhale
Let's do this for one more day
I'm strong, I exhale
It takes so much work to stay this way

Son, Burn

Covered by the blood yet still bleeding

Compelled to inhale; shamed for breathing

Drown! O, mistake I created

Compelled to ponder; taught to hate it

Disciple of failure, follow my word

I demand you ascend to elevations absurd

The dust on my boots, so easy you turn

To the rot in my roots: son, burn

Midna

I, the weary, beside you knelt
 And pled with death to hold you back
Now I, the lost, know how you felt
 Now that my brightest star turned black

Whispers

There was a demon in my head
I could not point you to its start
Though now its vengeful spirit's dead
These faint whispers won't depart

A flood of voices speak the truth

Of the facts I should believe

Yet louder are the baneful few

Who trace the lies I can't unsee

They hang like echoes, the words you said

When did I give them power?

Though not the demon in my head
You still make the whispers louder

I grasp for substance, the strength to seize

Ever choking on these lessons
So why make time for enemies
In my swiftly passing seconds?