-The Real Me-
Please dont judge me by my face,
by my religion or my race.
Please dont laugh at what i wear,
or how I look or do my hair.
Please look a little deeper,
way down deep inside.
And although you may not see it,
I have a lot to hide.
Behind my clothes the secrets lie,
behind my smile, I softly cry.
Please look a little deeper,
and maybe you will see.
The lonely little girl,
that lives inside of me.
Please listen carefully to her,
she'll show that she is insecure
Please try to be a friend to her,
and show her that you care.
Please just get to know her,
and maybe you will see.
That if you just look deep enough,
you'll find the real me.


-Im Me-
There will not ever be anyone like me.
I am special because i am unique.
I am faeriedust and dreams.
I am light.
I am love and hope.
I am hugs and sometimes tears.
I am the words "I love you".
I am swirls of blue, gree, red, yellow, purple, orange, and the colors no one can name
I am the wind, the sea, the earth.
I trust yet I fear.
I hide yet I dont hold anything back.
I am free
I am a child becoming an adult.
I am me, and me is just right.


-Wanting you-
Looking deeply into your seductive blue eyes
Visions of us together my only paradise
Your arms wrapped around me so tight
Would be the perfect moment nothing short of just right
Your body's gentle caress upon mine
That sexy little smile when you look at me
No other guy can compare I want you to see
Wanting you to be all mine in every way
Your the only one in my thoughts every day
It would be my fantasy my dream come true
The day I can say I have you


-The Perfect Guy-
If you ask me what i look for in a guy
I'd say i look for a guy who trys
Somone who lives a life and deals with what it brings
And doesn't try to buy my love with diamond rings
Im not looking for the perfect guy
just somone who'll be there when i cry
somone who'll always be there


-Noone Comes Looking-
Theres a boy in the attic pulling the wings off angels
Hiding in the dark
Waiting for the spark
That'll burn his whole world down Noone comes looking here
No one wants to find him
Doesnt matter where hes gone theres nothing to remind him
And noone comes looking here, noone comes looking.
And all he knows is, a slap is a touch, a punch is a touch a hand that breaks and shakes is a touch, An nothing he does will ever matter
Because
No one comes looking here, Noone comes looking.
And all the wingless angels suround him
Asking him why
listen to him cry
In the old grey room
He dreams his name carved on a small grey tomb and noone comes looking here..
noone comes looking...
noone comes

-Hate You-
Locked in a cell
With my imaginary friends
In a dungen where nite never ends
Each day they slide two bowls through the bars
One filled with ashes the other with tears
And it kills me that i never got the chance to tell you how much
I hate you
And i scream for the warden for the guards for the reason why my years have been stolen for every lost season.
I mix ashes with tears
And force it down
My throat turns to stone and strangles all sound
I never got the chance to tell you how much, i kate you, And i know you cant hear me. but ill scream at you any way
My face to the bars
I hate you
Hate you


-I'm justa gurl-
Im justa gurl,
But just cuz i dreams and i bleed and i scream makes me some kinda freak,
and they all stare at me with their cold little eyes and it feels like they can see right through me.
Im justa gurl so why do you think i dont care about your crule little coments and the jokes and the names
Im justa gurl just a human like you,
i can feel the pain and the hate and the loss.
So why cant you just let me be. Im justa gurl tryin to be me.
I have feelings and i try harder than any of you cuz you dont care about how i am or what i can become....
Im justa gurl


-Remember When-
Remember when Ollie-Ollie-Oxenfree ment somin?
Remember when getting high ment swinging at the playground?
Remember when the worst thing you could get from boys were cooties?
Remember when dad was your hero, and mom was the gurl you were going to marry?
Remember when your worst enemys were your siblings?
Race issues were who ran the fastest, and war was a card game
Running to the livingroom and down the porch before your baby sister was a huge feat
Life was simple, and care free... But what i remember most was wanting to grow up.
It’s like that song now.. ‘i dont wanna grow up.. “ Ollie-Ollie-Oxenfree is just some gibberish...
Getting high is a major issue .... and pot isnt justa pan in the kitchen
STDs and babys are huge compaired to cooties...
Dads an asshole and mom wants to marry you off...
Your siblings are your best friends... be nice to them...
Race issues and war are common things these days, and its not fun any more...
And sometimes i wish i was two again.. cuz scrapped knees are easyer mended than broken hearts....

-BaCK-