It manages no longer,
I feel the need to go.
Why doesn't I grow stronger ?
Say this isn't so.

I am empty, but so tired.
So damn broken up inside.

It doesn't work, I'm almost gone.
Is there a place, where I belong ?

I'm sick of loving.
There's just not any person right.
I wish I could feel it all again.
But this fright, holds me tight.

I'm so done here, let me go.
I am ready, but love says no.

I wanna close my eyes, turn the light off.
I'm burning but why is it never enough ?



© Jorine.

The darkness around me, embraces me,
makes me feel like I'm slipping away.
And if this keep on growing,
I know I will run out, some day.

Why should I hold on ?
To something I cannot feel ?
Somehow, it must be somewhere.
But it doesn't seem real.

I'm sorry for not being perfect.
I know I'm alive but it feels like I died.
You never showed, that you cared about me.
You were laughing, and I cried.

My dreams ran away.
They are a part of my past.
If you can't handle me, at my worst.
Then you don't deserve me at my best.

I never asked you more then love.
But you've said I couldn't do anything right.
I just need a little bit of you.
But love is the slowest form of suicide.

© Jorine.

I hear them everywhere I go.
I'm never on my own.
Whatever I might say or scream,
they won't leave me alone.

Sometimes I pray, it must stop now.
And then there is the silence.
But not for long, they're stalking me.
They start this war with violence.

I'm my own soldier, in this war.
I fight against them all.
They hurt me, tease me, make me crazy.
Pounding my heart against the wall.

I'm just too scared, to chase them off.
It's still me against the voices.
They're with so many more, then I am.
But they'll all just be my choices.

I have to grow, in what I am,
then I might be growing stronger.
Because I can't take this shit no more.
I can't take it any longer.

I have to stop the voices now,
and stop the violence on my mind.
Maybe then I will look back some day,
and just leave this all behind.



© Jorine.

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I don't want to have to build this,
I don't want to have to fit in,
I don't want to have to need someone,
but I do..

I don't want to have to attract boys,
I don't want to have to be here,
I don't want to have to eat to fill a hole,
but I do..

But it's better than nothing at all.

I don't want to have to be angry at you,
I don't want to have to blame it on you,
I don't want to have to feel sick around you,
but I do..

I don't want to ever fall in love,
I don't want to feel so insecure,
I don't want to have to write this to explain,
Still I do.

This feels better than nothing at all.

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Out here on the ledge
I'm not far away from stepping off
I finally picked out my cloud
It's the one over there
Surrounded by all that air.
You reached out your hand
and said; "I understand."
So why not come down ?

Well except for a few small bruises
cuts and scars, well I'm fine.
Or except for a few small bruises
cuts and scars, well I'm fine.

Thank you for asking
I'm só glad we had this moment here
I know they think I'm crazy.
But everything I am, is everything that was taught to me.
and you reached out your hand
and said; "I understand."

So why not come down ?

Oh except for a few small bruises
cuts and scars, well I'm fine.
Or except for a few small bruises
cuts and scars, well I'm fine.

And as you read my words out loud.
Make me sound genius.
Make me sound special.
and Maybe I'll come down.

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All the lights are on.
And the life is gone.
As the road of freedom,
leads me home.
And when I go to bed,
I know you're in my head.
Critisizing me,
silently.

And for all it matters,
I will try to give it all.
But I'll never promise you anything,
I'm too afraid to fall.

And now I'm chased by flowers,
I am chased by powers.
And I cannot be your friend no more.
As the thorn of a rose,
pierces right through my heart.
I cannot be apart,
I cannot be apart from you.

All the lights are off.
And I feel so in love.
As the road of freedom,
breaks me off.
And in my head,
you're still in my bed.
Smiling at me,
beautifully.

And for all it matters,
I will try to give it all.
But I'll never promise you anything,
I'm too afraid to fall.

And now I'm chased by flowers,
I am chased by powers.
And I cannot be your friend no more.
As the thorn of a rose,
pierces right through my heart.
I cannot be a part,
I cannot be a part of you.

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It's like rain,
on your wedding day
It's a free ride,
when you've already paid.
It's the good advice,
that you just didn't take.
and who would have thought, it figures?
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