Don't talk to me about kisses
Don't tell me about hugs
Don't tell me how we're going to cuddle up in bed at night
I don't want to hear about our happy ending
I don't need another lie I'll never live
Stories about what i deserve aren't going to show you a smile
I'm too independent to ever believe your lies
Telling me what i want to hear
Will never get your foot in the door with me
Unless your talking pain and misery
i no we're not talking about me
If you want me to trust and believe
Tell me a story closer to the truth
Tell me a horror story that is close to my life
Don't give me stories about rainbows and butterflies
Yes u hurt me and broke me
I hope you enjoyed
No one else will ever touch me
Until the day i decide my life is through
Which isn't too long now
As I've told you many times before
The age of twenty one is a day I'll never see
You wont get to see these tears
You'll never hear me cry
But we both no they're there and we both know why
So when you see me smile
When i tell you life is great
Enjoy the laugh at my expense
When you hear the lies i spin
... sometimes we feel like we're in the middle of a spider web...like we're lost in the dark...
and the happiness in other hearts seems fake or imagined... but happiness is not only a tale of lies...
one of the lines in your poem really caught me: "The age of twenty one is a day I'll never see"
I sometimes think I'll never turn eighteen...
But then there are some people i just can't leave behind...
...one day the sun will rise again upon us...
(i know this might sound strange, but really...
i believe that, if i once was happy, i can be happy again one day...)