TheatreLit

[For tonight I don’t want to pick myself up,
I don’t want to move on, I just want to fall
to the floor, Just for tonight, tomorrow I’ll
wear an unaffected smile…]

Lullaby rolling off my tongue,
I’m the perfect role that you
never won.
Sweetness sounding so unique,
I can fool the world, and that’s just
what I’ve done.

Unreasonable eyes
you sing a pretty song…
"lets make the different average"
Pretty… but damn wrong!

Golden Silhouette
all around me,
The sound of a bewitching
melody runs through my veins.
You gave me back,
you helped me fly.

Beautiful Nostalgic breakdown
leaving me wanting eveything I let go!
Every look lingering in my head
just getting me in a state shock…

And if I fall I don’t think I’ll mind.
And if I celebrate everything they just
happen to hate, I don’t think I’ll mind.

It was like a fictional tale
and a horror story
where windows all cracked
and I walked through hell.

Don’t reuse my word’s
they only come together
when their flowing
out my hand.

I can’t help but see you unmistakenly
clumsy so undoubtedly off the side,
and I have no choice but to say your
Just perfect.

Breaking down all the words they say
and all I can read is "I was wrong"
and I can’t help but agree…

Stop all this you don’t have to hide,
don’t you know its only doubt,
its just a bug,
you’ll sweat it out…

Tragedy baby wake ‘Cause here I am.
Courage slips in the lake,
jumping down,
to find it shallow quit like yourself.

Vision of a state of rebellion,
livin’ like theres no tomorrow…

My words are power, I convince you everyday,
yet I’m a liar, you never suspect on any day.
Read and learned I paved the way.
Listen and watch I’ve made it today.

Your that picture I can’t help but stare at.
that song I don’t know I just can’t
help but love.

Beautiful Liar
Come with me
don’t worry ‘bout the world
their just your audience
waiting on an encore.

I’m writing a letter to where I used to stay
and all the moments frozen, and you
would say "What are you doing",
nothing much but loosen time.

That’s how I write so good.
Blessed with the right words
that spill onto the paper,
you just can’t make it sound like a
tempting venture.

A runaway mind always dreaming
never truly listening,

‘Cause on this floor in this dark place,
confused,
feeling like a lost case,
broken wings, these emotions are bruised.