"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

Thursday, September 11, 2008

If I Could Explain

There's something in the way your eyes
Can pierce right through my truths and lies
Your innate calm is frightening, so
I'm trying hard to keep control

There's something that you wouldn't guess
A secret I must keep suppressed
It's loathsome, somehow justified
And to tell you, I have tried

There's something in the way I break
That spreads the fear across your face
You think I may not see it, but
I feel how hard the terror's struck

There's something in my choking fear
I watch your eyes, hiding small tears
To see me cry would make you pause
And I would see the hurt I'd caused

There's something in my shaking hands
I see you want to make demands
You want my promise to relent
I want your word you won't forget

There's something in the way your eyes
Can pierce right through my truths and lies
Your innate calm is frightening, so
I'm trying hard to keep control...

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