Dairy Queenhate the music, too old for me. i'm too old for me, i feel older than i am. looking around at the green and peach, like the cupboards at Irvine. old times, reminding me how long ago…fairy tales were just that, they never got confused with reality like now. I DON'T KNOW WHERE I AM! back to the green, it's telling me i'm like everyone else. why green and peach, it doesn't match the blue and red shirts. crazy but that's needed, insanity is comforting to me. who me? i'm not crazy, i'm just BORDERLINE, as you classify me. the green and peach remind me i'm like EVERYONE ELSE, but i argue. i'm not, and i don't like green and peach anyways.
Cinderellalet Cinderella spin around all alone in her beautiful dress.lets see how far she can go, lets put her to the test.no Prince Charming by her side, not perfect hand in her hand.just a scared little boy with the body of a man.
Walking In The Darknessi'm walking down the stree, and the Darkness hisses at me, things i don't understand but do. the Darkness sounds disappointed in me, and there's nothing i can do to fix it. i see a line of tar on the road where they patched a crack, and the tar is made shiny from the light of the lamppost. is it tar? or is it mystery substance, used for patching cracks? i don't know. but i spread my arms out and walk along the TAR like a tightrope walker, and i suddenly want to cry. as quickly as the feeling came, it left. it's like a sneeze. you look at the light a certain way and you almost sneeze. but you move your head even a little, and the urge to sneeze is gone. is that how it is, really? i walk, and something triggers, i feel the tears behind my eyes. but i keep walking and i feel fine. no, not fine. but i don't feel like sitting down with my arms crossed over my knees, which are pulled up tightly against me, and sobbing, laying my head on my arms, and letting the tears falls like they did wedn
Alive, But Barely LivingSit/awake/concentrate./start to hate/you all over again./pictures last./but I/fade fast./I sit and laugh/at you all over again./you hate me, but I still love you. Who can tell just what I might do. I'm alive, but hardly living. Do you think I'll be forgiving?/bitter/tears cried,/promises/lied./my heart/tied/between hating and loving you./harsh/words said./wished i/was dead./but/instead,/I'm hating and loving you./ you have me, but I still love you. Who can tell just what I might do. I'm alive, but barely living. Do you think I'll be forgiving?
Girl In The MirrorDoes it hurt?Does it tear at you inside?Do you cry now?Or do you wish you could cry?Did you burnAll the pictures you have of me?Do you feel likeThat's the only way you can be free?You don't even knowIf I'm alive or dead.You never knewWhat went on inside my head.That girl in the mirror, she isn't me. She isn't who I seem to be. Sitting on her bed with her arms around her knees, she looks at me and wonders what I'm thinking.