"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

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Spin Me Faster, Faster

Please
Don't be my shelter
Or my sanctuary
I'd rather die a thousand deaths than rely on you
Independent and defensive
I walk this road alone.

Please
Don't take my hand
Or guide me
Nothing makes me angrier than weakness
Mine or yours
I walk this road alone.

Please
Don't make me smile
Or laugh
It's only raging salt on glass-torn memories
Then and now
I walk this road alone.

Please
Don't listen to anything I say
Or follow my instructions
I'm just cold, bitter, unfeeling
Broken, yet steadfast
I can't walk this road alone.
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