“It's not the endings that will haunt youBut the space where they should lie,The things that simply fadedWithout one final wave goodbye.”

“It's not the endings that will haunt youBut the space where they should lie,The things that simply fadedWithout one final wave goodbye.”

“The irony of lifeIs our greatest fear is to forget,Yet it's the only certain fateThat anything has ever met.We know one day our earthWill find itself victim to time,That nothing will be leftTo tell of your story or mine,And still through life we rushScrambling for something to remember,Perish the thought that ash be ashAnd not the memory of an ember.”

“Don't ever think you're alone here,We've just been trapped in different hells,And people aren't against you dear,They're just all for themselves.”

“Your blindness to my downfall,Has gone too far to be a joke,As I stand ablaze before you,And you tell me you smell smoke.”

“My mother always told meNo monster lived beneath my bed,But she had failed to warn meIt laid on top of it instead.”

“It's not the endings that will haunt youBut the space where they should lie,The things that simply fadedWithout one final wave goodbye.”

“I lend everyone my ear,But nobody my heart,And I sure would like to change that,But I don't know where to start,I smile more to myself,Than the world will ever see,Because the only time my smile is real,Is in my own company,People don't know how I feel,They never even ask,It seems I have fooled them all,They can't see past my mask,If they were with me late at night,When the world was still asleep,Maybe I'd let them sort,Through the secrets that I keep,But when I wake at 2am,Nobody is ever there,And I learnt that why I hide my heart,Is because no-one really cares.”

“Because the birdsong might be pretty,But it's not for you they sing,And if you think my winter is too cold,You don't deserve my spring.”

“There are ghosts of yourself scattered everywhere,Whispers of a moment suspended in time,Where every life that you've brushed up againstNow lives with a piece of you trapped in their mind.”

“I once had a mind of quicksand,That dragged ideas into its depths,Inhaling specks of sunlight,Every time I drew a breath,But the world thought me a hazard,When every word I spoke, I meant,So around me they put caution tape,And filled me with cement.”

“what if I fall? oh, my darling, but if you fly?”