the parachute.

I’m the type of war

That has you screaming,

“bombs away.”

If you’ve got a white flag,

It’ll always be another day.

If you’re looking for my heart

I’ll never know what to say.

Because with me, it’s never black and white,

It’s always some shade of gray.

You’re looking for something,

You’ll never know the price to pay.

Without your grace, the smoke runs free,

Fall to your empty knees and pray.

i'm in a new place.

i like it here.

i wake up early,

and your face is my

first thought.

all the time,

you're there.

i'm falling.

we are not the same.

the dolls.

i guess i just got lost,
and now i've lost
who i am.




i can't sit around
and wait for you to give
me my identity back.
too easy to rise above.
i've got my gun,
i'm right behind you.


i needed to know that it
was something you would keep,
and you set fire to it the moment
i turned my back.
and when i returned,
built atop the ashes was
an exact replica.
round two?






i guess that life will never
turn out exactly how we want,
or how we plan it.
no matter how long we spend
on our knees with our eyes
closed.
you're not sorry.
let me be myself.
sometimes opportunities
have to be taken.


this time around i'm
on the hunt for a new taste.
a new smile, and a new bite.
and when i was young,
i watched my mother hold my heart.
she did her best to wrap it around
something pure.
she stitched it up tight with
her bare fingers,
and she told me to hold it forever.
the moment freedom hit,
i passed it around the room;
show and tell.
it's full of bricks now,
and it's so heavy.
you have to run with the
world on your shoulders.
you're not sorry.
let me be myself.




what luck this is.
what a bitter lie.
it was too big a risk,
something you wouldn't try.
i should've seen,
hindsight, i'm blind.
that cloud of green,
that silly line.
how are you mean?
and did you ever try?
i needed to know,
and you gave me a show.
laid me to rest,
tied my heart with a bow.


all of these things
i should've seen,
and i didn't see any of them.
hindsight, i'm blind.


you've heard of revenge?
we are not the same.

anthony,

so you asked for an answer,
to know i was alive.
here you are.












i'm not blind.
i see him.
i see the similarities.
truth is, he could never be me.
i will end him,
and i will ruin him every day.
try again, sweetheart.
try again.


we are NOT the same.

legacyX.

a pile of dreams on the floor,
held together by a single thread.
each one as promising as the one before.
long live the legacy,
the king is dead.








what is rebirth
without reform?


i will never forgive you for
what you did.
just know, know now,
that i will never forgive
you.


you,
who forgot me so easily.
who found someone just
like me, and don't think
that i don't see it, too.
i knew his name before
you knew he was alive,
and you can jump.
just close your eyes and jump.
you're done.


and when the whole world
is engulfed with flames,
i hope that you can
remember my name.
and when you realize who
was the liar,
i hope you know i started
the initial fire.
you're done.










i've become all i wasn't.
looking for a good time,
regardless of what you think.
i'm not sure where i am,
but i'm starting to like it here.
you're done.




long live the legacy,
the king is dead.
we are not the same.

look twice.

i hate to realize
how many people look
at me and see
just a face.
i hate to realize
how many people look
at me and see
a simple mind.
i hate to realize
how many people look
at me and see
an empty book.


the truth is,
i am the mastermind
of an operation
that stretches
around the world.
i see, hear, and know
things that i
couldn't, shouldn't, or wouldn't.
so when you look at me
and think you've got all these
secrets,
i'm really behind the curtain
playing you like a puppet.


the truth is,
people see me and think
i'm some naive little kid
when, really, i'm more mature
than you could ever understand.
just because i
know how to smile and joke,
i'm a child.
so when you treat me like
i'm seven years old,
just know i'm the one
looking down on you.


the truth is,
my life is so
structured and strict,
regardless of what it
looks from the outside.
i plan things out,
and i get paranoid about them.
so when you judge me for
being so frivolous,
remember i'm the one with a planner
for a bible.






i'm sure you'll never understand, anyways,
or care to understand, either.
we are not the same.

revir.

take that pretty little
face of yours and
throw it on the ground.
you've managed this
castle, king, but i'm here to
bring it down.

welcome to the new world.
sit down and shut up.

to answer your question,
no HE does not.
a figment of your imagination
is just that,
only a figment.
like a room of

smoke
and
mirrors.

i'm all about chasing
dreams,
but you cannot create
a person from thin air,
so i suggest you stop breathing.
you cannot make something from nothing,
and here you stand with nothing.
take it down, brick by brick,
set them aside again.
you're lost, and i can
see it in your eyes;
so easy to read.
i'm not sure about this world
you've found,
sharing nods with
trevor curbo.
take your own advice,
and paddle north.
move ahead, dear.
onward.


i'm disgusted with myself
for even looking,
because my life has moved
so far ahead.
call me ignorant,
color me simple.
i'm sorry, really,
for even starting it,
but you know me, even now,
well enough to know
i just couldn't help myself.


i hope you see this.

onward.
we are not the same.

your world.

i used to sit alone
and wonder how long
it would take to get here,
to get to life.
call this heaven or
call it hell,
but save your breath
when all is right.

life is about one storm
after another,
and i'm not ever
there to see.
i'm too busy searching
for something i could never be.
looking for the angels and
their walls.
praying to someone that
you don't call.

if you think i'm blind,
keep putting those pictures on there.
if you think i'm deaf,
keep saying my name.
if you think i forgot,
remember the story you
told me about your whole world
wanting to be
just
like
me.




and so each time i happen
by your world, i turn my face
into the prettiest form of rage,
and hope they pray to their god.
pray, pray hard.

you want me, or you want to be me.
either way, dear, you're blue with
envy.

because in a world like mine,
you could never live.
there are rules and regulations
you could never follow.
there are secrets
you could never keep.
i should have told you
in the beginning, but i chose
day 23.






and so each time i happen
by your world, i turn my face
into the prettiest form of rage,
and hope they pray to their god.
pray, pray hard.

we are not the same.