HopeYou've moved on by now,Guess that I should too.You've got new friends,And I tried to do the same.But I can't shake the feelings,Can't forget the memories,You're stuck with me,forever.Eternally.Why do I still text you,I know you never reply.Why do I still think of you,When I'm never on your mind.Why do I still look for you,When you'll never be around.The question is...Why do I even still even care?The answer is...Hope.Because I am a foolish idiot who still believes in the pathetic and almost nonexistent world of it.So there.That's why I still text you,Think of you,Look for you,And care.Wish I could forget those times,Those memories,Future fears.I would have forgotten them by now,If only you weren't there.Sitting in the back of my mind,On my contacts in my phone.Please, never delete our texts.But yet I'll never regret,That fateful day, when we met.And I wasn't feeling alone.Though those times truly broke me,and turned my heart to stone.I'll never wis
Only Time Will TellTime is the everything to our nothing.Time is what gets us through.Time speeds up and time slows down,but it will never change for you.Have you ever thought of this,a simple question of mine?Have you ever wondered why,we're in our own life, divine?Take a step back,and imagine, dear.Life can be a dream,or your worst fear.Once you really think,and once you really know.We're only worthless beings,stuck in this circus show.Think of all the worthless,drama and some friends.What may be "important" now,must always meet with ends.Think of all the "relationships",that last only a day.Think of what these kids will grow up to be,will they stay the same way?Think of all the populars,athletic and tall.Who are always laughing out,and pranking in the hall.Think of all the emos,will they even get out alive?Every little thing that's pain,and Bam. They whip out a knife.Think of all the cheerleaders,boohoo cries and tears.That's one minute when their hair's a mess,then
They Won't Bother YouDon't fear the dead child,but oh, notice them so.Don't try to contact those,from 1000 years ago.The dead cannot harm us,unless we choose war.Mary who is Bloody,and a Ouija board.Be careful of these,and careless the less.These stories are real,so dear God may bless.Don't believe me?That's fine.But here's a thought,a question of mine.If these things are fake,then why does it say.Right on the box,in that nightmare-ish way."What starts as a game,"(and I know it sounds fun.)"Becomes a living nightmare."And then your life's done.