let it go, smile,

sometimes the person we want to be worth it too. doesn't even care.

you're with me!

there are too many prayers that get unanswered.
every day we ignore how completely broken this world is.
and we tell ourselves that we are going to be okay, but it’s not okay.
and once you know that, there’s no going back.
there is no magic in the world

though i disagree with this statement, i used to believe in it wholeheartedly.
i miss this mindset sometimes.

but...

those where old days, and

that's what old days are; they’re old. days.

they’re gone.

late night convo epiphanies.

'man, i forgot how well i knew you in high school.'-me

'yep... almost too well.'-t

'everyone needs that person though, who knows them too well'-me

'a lot has changed since then.'-t

'she has brown hair and brown eyes'...'is it you?'

'needs less bangs'-tommy

'what? you don't like them?'-me

'yes. i guess it is just not the emily i'm used to.'-tommy


i haven't talked to him in 6 years.
i had the biiiiiiiiiigest crush on him freshman year...instead, he dated my best friend...who also had brown hair and brown eyes

'you have to go for what you want in life...'

life isn't simple, it's complicated.
we're all just thrown in here together, in a world full of chaos and confusion, a world full of questions and no answers... and whether you succeed or you fail, the most important thing is to have
tried, and apparently no one will guide you in the right direction, in
the end you have to learn for yourself.
you have to grow up yourself."

the writer...

you wait for a silence
i wait for a word
lying next to your frame
girl unobserved
you change your position
you're changing me
casting these shadows
where they shouldn't be

we're interrupted
by the heat of the sun
trying to prevent
what's already begun
you're just a body
i can smell your skin
and when i feel it
you're wearing thin

but i've got a plan
why don't you be the artist
and make me out of clay?
why don't you be the writer
decide the words i say?
cause i'd rather pretend
i'll still be there at the end
only it's too hard to ask
Won't you try to help me?

sat on your sofa
it's all broken springs
this isn't the place for
those violin strings
i try out a smile
and i aim it at you
you must have missed it
you always do

but i've got a plan
why don't you be the artist
and make me out of clay?
why don't you be the writer
decide the words i say?
cause i'd rather pretend
i'll still be there at the end
only it's too hard to ask
won't you try to help me?

you wait, i wait
casting shadows
interrupted (x4)


why don't you be the artist
and make me out of clay?
why don't you be the writer
decide the words i say?
cause i'd rather pretend
i'll still be there at the end
only it's too hard to ask
won't you try to help me?
won't you try to help me?
won't you try to help me?

why don't you be the writer...

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"if you know me well, you know that i am a determined free spirit who chooses to be happy, i love a 'nothing else like it,' album, and i can't stand when people don't listen."-d

"if you know me well, you know that i am kind and an outgoing introvert, i love, and i can't stand people not taking me for who i am."-sk

"if you know me well, that means you've gotten through, i love my lord, and i can't stand people who don't trust."-sc


"if you know me well, you know that i am hooked on her, i love the act of sex, and i can't stand loneliness,clingyness, and lack of complete appreciation for the beauty around us."-g


"if you know me well, you know i truly lack hope; though i hide it well, i love to question everything and challenge authority, i can't stand when people choose to see only one side of me."-e
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...i'll still be there at the end