Beautiful Disaster
She sings her diary a song of complaint
Wishing the wonders of the world away
What good can a broken heart be
When there's no fish left in the sea
He paints in black and red on a sky of gray
Bleeding shades and tears all fade
Does every night end days like these
Catching tears in twilight's breeze
You can't give back the cards on the table
Withered tethers of your fable
But someday maybe when you're able
You'll discover you're a beautiful disaster
His temporary high is running out
A new way to feel is all he thinks about
Broken inside, he falls to the floor
Maybe now no one will ever ignore
She finds his shattered heart cut from his sleeve
Trying to create a way for him to breathe
"Take my hand and I'll set you free"
And the red lights flash through her dreams
You can't rewrite the pieces of the book
There's no surprise when you've already looked
And though there's no fixing the bend in your hook
It's what makes you a beautiful disaster
I can't help but write words that scream from the pages
Like animals die to be let from their cages
I write to be heard but I don't make a sound
And I sing to the world when there's no one around
I will learn to appreciate myself
Get over my fear of fearing myself
Do it on my own, no one will help
Cause I am my own beautiful disaster