"She's in love, and the world gets blurry
She makes mistakes, and she's in no hurry to grow up
'Cause grownups, they don't understand her
Well it's a big, big world out there, but she's not scared...
She finds hope in the strangest places
She reads her books, and she knows the faces
Of everyone that ever said she's alone
She knows every word to the saddest songs
And she sings along, though her friends all tell her
That she can't sing...
She's eighteen, much too young
To know what a kiss like that would mean
But her lips, they were no stranger to the touch
And she likes it way too much."
--Mayday Parade, So Far Away

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Melting

I'll be that candle you see
Glowing in the darkest night
And as all candles do, I'll burn
Right down to nothing
Fire is the only demon I can't fight.

Yet you'll manipulate me
Round out the edges, turn
My wick around to even out
The damage
Leaving no part of me intact.

Only worth burning for the effect
You love to watch me disappear
Makes you happy, sick with joy
Makes me wonder why I'm here.
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