Full moon woke up the warewolf inside.

I am living through my past and through your ghost. Maybe I'm slowly becoming a ghost myself.

Maybe life isn't always what it would seem to be. Maybe we need to see things from a child's perspective, or a friend's view. Maybe we need to really see something horrible for it to hit home.
I feel like I don't really deserve what I've got on my plate. I've worked for some but just greedily taken others.

I'm not ready to really live.
I've got growing up to do still. Maybe I'll take a vacation to Neverland with Peter Pan.
Maybe I'll waste my years in search of Halloween Town to have a meeting with Jack Skellington.

Question: Did you ever just want to rewind to more simple days and times? Did you ever feel like you really fucked up somewhere along the lines, that you deserve to be invisible?

My heart's breaking up more and more by every day.
My facade just isn't working any longer.

Every lie I used to live by is crumbling apart from the inside out.

The only place I'm not invisible is in your eyes.
You are my drive for normality, my perfection.

Tomorrow won't be too soon.

Sweating out excuses that could make your head spin.
I can hardly find the words to say to you.

I'm battling my demons today.

So hard to be good.

I'm doing fine.
I'm keeping my chin up and my eyes towards the sky. The voice inside my head is finally saying something positive to me.
From pessimist to optimist.
Who would have thought I'd ever see the day.

Record of emotions.

Up or down, A or F, stay or go. I can't figure it out anymore. I'm tired of guessing the right move and picking the wrong one. Let me be over it.
Delete your number from my phone if you erase me from your memory.

Thanks for nothing.

Watch me go.

I was out of the rain for a moment, only to trip back into the puddle. I'm beginning to think you pushed me back, away from what we had going for us. Take your time, push me back little by little until we're both standing in the middle of the storm soaked to the bone.

All I have to say to you is that you're far to indecisive. Indecisive and headstrong were never meant to be lovers. I'm walking back into the storm against the bullets of rain, you can turn and walk with them.

I'm not quite ready to see your face again after you left me stranded in the swirling currents.

Writing on your shadow.

I'm losing my luck.
I'm falling into puddles of past mistakes, dodging the raindrops of new ones.
I can't find my footing and I can't find the faith to care anymore.
I'll struggle through until I make it under an umbrella.

You got it so wrong.

Stop giving me expectations to live up to every moment of my life.
I need time to live without restrictions, without strings attached to my wrists and ankles.
I am not your harlequin doll to put on plays with.

You don't fulfill my idea of a person, so why should I go out of my way to please you?