My heart contains a universe in words I cannot read.

I have plenty of good ideas, but simply can't proceed.

Until I find the words, my song is but a hum.

Until I find the words, my poetry is dumb.

My heart contains a universe in words I cannot read.

I have plenty of good ideas, but simply can't proceed.

Until I find the words, my song is but a hum.

Until I find the words, my poetry is dumb.

My heart contains a universe in words I cannot read.

I have plenty of good ideas, but simply can't proceed.

Until I find the words, my song is but a hum.

Until I find the words, my poetry is dumb.

When there are no more chains that used to bind you

All you can think of is to run away

As far as you can, as often as you can

To explore all there is.  

When the wings that used to ground you have been freed

All you can feel is the wind

As high as you can, as fast as you can to fly

To the heavens and touch the clouds.

When the gag that used to silence you has been untied

All you can do is shout

As loud as you can, as strong as you can

Hoping that your pain can be understood.

When the soul that used to trap you has been unhinged

All you can see are your heart's pieces

As jaded as they are, as shattered as they are

And hope they can be put back together again.

Yet, even if there are no more chains,

Even if my wings are freed,

Even if my voice is unsilenced,

Even if my soul is released,

I am afraid to venture forth away from my prison

Without you. 

My pain and misery fall from the sky

So hard I try to ignore it, but it still gets by

Surrounded with memories of what could've been

The hatred screams under my skin

Your whispers sting and my chest gets tight

While you dance around in the tobacco night

Your knife sharp teeth have got a hold on me

And my breathing starts to get a little harder

Pulsing through my veins is the anger I feel

Wounds break open as soon as they seal

Darkness surrounds me with every step I take

I manage a smile but inside, I'm dying

And the screaming is so useless

I'm feeling just a little, a little cynical

But you actually mean something to me.

I wish you could see I'm as different inside as I'm the same

I wish you could see that I'm not to blame

I know the truth used to be blocked in your heart

And now that it's out, it's tearing me apart

What do I do? Where can I go from here?

How long am I willing to face my fears?

Do I try and make it alone with nothing to fall back on?

Do I keep searching for answers for some clues of what I seek?

Right now, I'm blowing kisses to the moon, a lovely crescent

It would watch me fade away into permanent rest

I'd leave my wounds behind as your crest

I'd be renowned for weakness and as queer as well

But I'd be remembered fondly for the way that I fell.

Illicit substances and jaded thoughts,

My soul festers and my heart rots

My fire has burned out, my passion died

My friends are shallow and you lied

You're supposed to have the answers

And build me up with cheer

But maybe I'll get better. Maybe I'll change.

Maybe our family won't always be so strange.

I don't know what you expect

Or the things that make you sigh

All I know is that you're my parents

The ones I hope that one day I'll satisfy

Ma, I still miss the time when you gave me your all

But this is my life and I've named it The Fall

Don't you see that you actually mean something to me?

So take a few seconds to think and breathe

Please don't make this harder for me. 

Girl, I'm sorry for the hearts we choked on

I'm sorry that the little emptiness inside your grin still finds a way to be away

I'm sorry that I remind you of the bitter

Sweety, my sweety

Remember about when we used to be

I'm sorry if it came to be

If only, If only it wasn't meant to - 

If a sentence could hold a world, 

It would start with your name.

If the period is the end of the sentence, 

I plan to keep you near the beginning of every verse. 

I never want us to be near this thing called 'the end'.

You can live within my first pages - 

Forever and always even if we're cut too thin. 

The sun is gone and the seasons have ended

There is no more rain to pour onto my skin

I keep breathing in the carbon dioxide

There is no one that needs my oxygen

I am left

A pretty crimson left to wither

Left to stand alone

Before, you made me beautiful, even

Among the verdant gardens kissed by every color in the rainbow

Among the wild flowers dancing with new lovers

I will be nothing more than the suffocating, pressed petals 

Inside the journal you left collecting dust on the bookshelf.