The jigsaw boyThe girl sits on the dusty floor,Surrounded by odds and ends.Holding the jigsaw boy, trying to put him together again.He fell from a very great height,She sobs for him every night.None of the pieces fit.He looks up at her with empty eyes,The colour of faded blue skies. His skin is covered in scars and cracks,Maps that lead her to nowhereRound and round in circles, like a merry go round.His soul is scattered around her like glass,She cuts herself trying to pick the pieces up.She tries to be distant, she tries to be kindBut in her heart she knows she broke this boyThat lies in pieces at her feet. She crushed his heart in the palm of her handAnd now she doesn’t know what to do.She knows that she doesn’t have much time,Before he falls over this ledge.He builds these walls between them,That she will have to climb. Life has lost its colour and time has lost its grace.Where his heart was is now an empty space,Pain consumes his soul.Its on
She Gave Up on LoveShe gave up on loveThrew it all awayPretended to smileBut it wasn’t the samePeople stared at herAsked if she was okayBut it didn’t matterAll her feelings felt the sameShe could feel nothingAnd everything all at onceSometimes the painOnly felt like a plusShe lost all controlOf the life she once knewSo she tried to spare the changeWhere the change was dueShe let go of thingsThat were holding her backStarted to write as a hobbyA talent she didn’t lackShe woke up one morningAnd knew everything was okayFor Time can heal allIf you wish it that wayAnd she smiles through the nightWatching the stars swallow the skyA little happiness is worth moreThan anything money can buy
glassi didwhat your shaking fingers asked me to do,the clattering of your bones,and the ash that is your flesh,saying everything that needed to be said.to this dayi can still hear the way the glass shatteredand broke into shardsthat we never thought would cut our skin-we were wrong.they say glass cools so quickly from lavathat it doesn't have timeto form crystalsinto a set, steady pattern,and maybe that's what happenedto me and you.
Why wont you let go?Do you know what it feels like?To feel nothing yet delveinto the darkness,plunging into the unknown.The unknown consumes you,and you don't knowwhat to do with yourself.Because you're just that detached;isolated from everyone else.You don't feel angry, oh no.That isn't what you feel.You just feel void, empty.Like there's no emotion in you,becauseno one can contemplate,or even understand you.And you're just plaguedby this idea thatyou brought this upon yourself.All this sadness,is because of youand because youwont let go.And because you wont let go,it'll keep coming back andcoming back to haunt you -you'll never forget...because it hurt you, that much.