I Love YouWhy is it so easy to lie? and say,"I love you,"When it's really just a matter of convenience,A drug for the loneliness, just to hear the words,"I love you,"Even if they mean nothing at all.Why is it so hard to tell the truth, dear?"I love you."You mean the world to me, truly you do,I wonder why I'm scared to say,"I love you,"When I really do.
LiesWhat the hell is wrong with me,That I can never let things be?Always wait for love to break,Somehow everything seems fake.Even with truth in your eyes,All that I hear is lies.Lies about my charm and graceWhen I fall onto my face;Lies about my biting witI can't remember to forget;Lies about my laughing eyes,Joy that misfortune denies.All that I hear is lies, lies, lies.
The HuntI am the wild mare;More free than the eagle in my spirit,Though my body stands between myselfAnd the dream of flight.No matter how I run,I can never catch the wind.My eyes are stark and livid,Restless amber orbs;The sharp breaths like smokeIn the misty morning air.My muscles tense, ready to run,Though all is calm, now.My face is long and stern,But hidden underneath my untamed hair.I see a man, and part of me is curiousAbout this beautiful, dangerous creature;This monster with the powers of a god,And the cruelty of a child.Sometimes he can smile, and I will see the sun:Other times he only laughs in utter darknessAmidst the sobs that wrack the soul.Man is the predator and I am simple prey,I can't let myself be dazzled by his beauty.Even as I try to hide myself from his eyes,He will find me, love me, break me.
IfIf I were a bird, the skies could be my bed:The clouds my blankets as the wind tucks me in,But oh, the winter would have no mercy on the frail.Yet, if I were a bear, I would sleep through the bitter cold,Till the sweetness of springtime gently awoke me.Only then would I remember the world of me is frightened:But as it is, I am human, so I am afraid of the world instead.I have everything that anyone could want and I am yet not satisfied.
Two-FacedLook at me now, look at me,Stripped of my veil of dishonesty,Anonymity.When I thought I was so strong,I talked the talk for far too long,Before I learned to walk along,Accepting my fragility.
TiredSometimes I tire of gravity and other physical limits,Because it gets so tedious to gather the forceTo overcome my resistance to action.I get sick of taking spaceTrying to find a place to rest my head.I hate the crackling of my bones,The way my body hurts like this all the time,And no matter how I rest my eyes are dark and sunken in.My thoughts are always elsewhere since I've lost my mind.I'm tired, so tired every day.