One wrong makes one right.
One lie makes one truth...

What a disaster this has become.
Something simple, spun out of control...

She's wrong; can never once be right.
She's right; yet wrong, in her own world...

So is this the way we are going to leave things?
Beautifully broken, with shards of shattered hope...

Pale mummified lips pressed together too tight.
Distracting you from the rights and wrongs...

If there was one thing I could wish for, it would...
I am not old, nor am I extraordinarily young...

I see where this has gone, yes I do.
I cannot do much about it though...

She's thirteen going on fourteen.
A single longing secret lingers...

-------Dead
------Children...

Poetic thoughts, that flow from mind, through pen...
Flowing magically these cursive words await...

What is it that I see, it's starring back at me.
My reflection, so far from perfection...

Take it back, baby please.
Your words, what lies...