sitting and waiting
like a toddler waits for daddy to return home
but waiting for what
she does not know

mature

she was daddy's little girl
untill she decided she wanted to grow up
but does growing up mean leaving your parents
and doing as you please
or is that just as immature as fighting over toys
so what's mature
is it being old
having a job
or no longer playing with toys
but maybe just maybe
aging is inevertable
a job is a bonus
and our toys just get bigger and better
so mature is a whole new thing in itself
it's accepting consequences
and not shifting th blame
it's living your life
still returning for a hug or two
it's being greater than pride
and admitting your wrong
mature is never being too old
to be daddy's little girl

you tell me not to be scared
so answer me this
what's not to fear

no place like home

That girl
with her lips scarlet red
and her glare as cold as ice
doesn't know where she belongs
who she is
or who she became
she tried running from her broken life
but she can't out run herself
now that voice in her head repeats
"there's no place like home, there's no place like home"
but can she push her pride aside
and return to these parents
she hated so
th dinner table is silent
hardly anyone eats
she whispers
"I love you and I'm glad to be home"

your friend

when you're close to tears
remember, some day it'll all be over
but untill then I am here
to soak up your tears
sweet angel, never fear
when you're all alone
call my name
and I will gently whisper
I love you
and I'm always here
to be your friend

what's to fear
only th voices in your head

one wish

The girl who rebeled
and hated her home
is now in a bush
all on her own
taking it for granted
she was planning to run
now her one wish
is to be back home
safe in her bed
missing her moms cooking
and her annoying brother too
she only has one wish
to return to her home
with th comfort of th life that she knows

chocked up with words I can't verbalise
for I fear what you'll think
to just be a let down to you as well

. .

can running away solve your problems
but does facing them always work
when you just need a way of coping
but your old ways aren't enough
and maybe I'm mad
loosing my mind
'cos I am lost for words
but everyday is th same
surrounded in pain
does anyone hear me when I cry
fighting to find my way
now where do I go from here

It's not your enemies who hurt you
but the ones that you love
when they send a silver bullet through your heart

she's your world
but you'll never compare
he-she
me-you
him-her
just lead on
for a night undercover
then toss aside
for th fireworks
breaking my heart into a thousand pieces.
but your still holding every piece

addicted

I'm so addicted to you
and all th things you do
your words create a song in my head
but I will never know
if I'm enough for you
so your just th drug
that I'm addicted to

you don't mean a thing to mean
only someone I once knew
I don't need you
I don't care
I'm done and gone

falling

falling for you
falling for him
falling for her
we all fall
tripping on our heart
falling for that one we could never have

lost and found

It's like I'm searching the lost and found
but am in over my head
suffocating under it all
stressed and pressured
now I'm just a lost item waiting to be found

stuck inbetween

growing up
and growing back down
stuck inbetween
I'm not a kid
but I can't make it on my own
we argue
I throw tantrums
we argue
I accept consequences
stuck inbetween
some days I'm this
some days I'm that
trying to grow up
and face it in the real world
then growing back down
realising I still need my teddy bear
stuck inbetween
I'm only me
trying to find my way