Emo Girl II

Key to my heart

If I gave you the key to my heart
I want to ask you
What’s the first thing you would do?
Would you open it up to see What’s inside of me?
You’ll only find yourself in there.

Emo girl

little girl

Her mum, too drunk to care,
Her dad, been unseen for years.
Her big brother is just never there.
Little girl, she is only nine,
She does not know what death is,
Still she wishes to disappear.

FroM thE dArk oF BroKedowN palacE

Wild and on the edge,Simple, soft and shy,Unaware of the coming storm,Truth found in the lie.Fun in foreign lands,A man as sweet as honey,Sweeps you off your feet,His intentions not so sunny.Sirens wailing, guns are drawn,Your radiance now gone,Fine white china, packed in bags,Bars before the dawn.Coercion at its finest,A statement signed in vain,What you'd give to take it back,And be safe at home again.But only one shall go,The ache of sacrifice,Giving all you have,No matter what the price.Just what would you give,To free your oldest friend ,Would you offer up your life,No matter what your end?The world is just not safe,It's drenched with spite and malice,You can see it much more clearly,From the dark of brokedown palace.

About a girl

Tired of all lies

You told me

I was the only one

who could make you feel that way

Every Day There's A Million Advances

Don't Be Too Forceful

You'll Ruin Your Chances

Well Don't You Know That Time Is A Broken Glass

That Splinters Against The Wall

But The Picture Is Coming Back Now

Don't Go Making All These Promises

You Know You Cannot Keep

There's A Time To Play A King

And A Time To Be The Thief

'cause If You're Making All These Promises

You Know You Cannot Keep

You Know Time Will Be The Thief

And Your Fallen King Will End Up Alone

As I lay here

I've been pushed down so many times

I feel this time will be the last

as I lay here fading

my thoughts are invaded by memories of my past

I feel the pressures of shame and rejection building

as I lay here on the floorI have no strength to get up

I'm not worth it any more

Are you hurting inside?

On the stoop you got your hands in your face.
I walk on by every day – find you in the same place.
Are you a lonely girl?
Do you need a friend? You got me wondering all day long…
Something’s not right – what can be wrong?
Are you hurting inside?
Can I lend a hand?

Butterfly In My Hand

I hold in my hand a colorful butterfly

As sweet as can be, Soft as a furry bunny tail.