I Have Moved OnNo tears were shedNo hearts were brokenEven though the words were readBut never spokenI lied to myselfI’d like to know whyI burn with guiltTo know that I can’t ever cryBut I know nowEven though it was never spokenAs I listen to the soundOf “It’s called breakup, ‘cause it’s broken”I've moved on to better placesLeaving you behind in empty spacesNow you’ll never feel sorrow in my poems.
My Mothers WordsMy mothers wordsAs she tellsSpill out her mouthLike a child telling a nightmareShe's scared of what hasn't happenedOf what will happenAnd as she tells me these thingsOf the world so wickedBeing consumed be evilOf confusion and destructivenessI try and give her reassuranceBut she goes onShe tells me if everyone got one glimpseOne small glimpse of what Heaven would be likeEveryone would be on the right pathI feel as if my mothers words was spoken through the Saviors mouthAs if telling me life would be roughAnd if so,I got the messageAll from my mothers words
BullyI could start as a simple phraseA simple teaseA simple jokeBut then you do it constantlyMore and more frequentlyAnd that simple joke is turned into a flaw That they don't think seems funny anymoreNobody thinks it bothers them until it's too lateAnd then the guilt turns inside youAnd thoughtsTerrible, terrible thoughtsYou could have stopped when you knew it got oldBut you didn't.You didn't think they would go so far asTo kill themselves But they did.
TryWhoever told you love was easyThe have told you a lieBecause everyone knows you have to workIn order to touch the skySo work hard in every aspect if your lifeLet it be artsy, writing, or being swoonedBecause you'll never know that there'll Be your footprints on the moon
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