I Wish I Was Invisible As You Make Me Feel

Another picture taken with the smile we all
know as you walk off stage after the show and
you'll wake up in the morning
and realize I'm nothing more
than a fangirl who can hold my side
of a conversation without screaming
your name.
I'm the millionth times more face
in the crowd that once more
enjoys your words sang as to
imprint on the mind and never forget
(let me show you out loud)

The blue of my lips to the warmth inside
just to hear your truth
Sing it to me just one last time
(one last time)
I'll suffer the bruises and the
suffocating sides just to hear your truth
just to hear your truth

Stuck in that place of fame on the bucking
white horse and did you know
there are those who think you
cannot do wrong but you know
as well as I you're just as normal
as me though normal may not be what you see.
Your words mean more than actions
they speak of times of knowing as
I have known but you will never know
me because all I am to you is
a fangirl who can hold her side
of conversation without screaming
your name.

The blue of my lips to the warmth inside
just to hear your truth
Sing it to me just one last time
(one last time)
I'll suffer the bruises and the
suffocating sides just to hear your truth
just to hear your truth.

I'll Make Your Past Regret It's Future

Smoke clouds the vision as silent figures move through the day
into the night they are forever vigilant thinking that, just maybe,
they can make this war actually mean something.
A soldier holds his hands in prayer as another shoots
at enemies that have been created, not born.
What is freedom from oppression when another country,
one that is not better than the next despite popular belief,
forces its politics and ideas upon the nation that they have dubbed
in need of saving?
How dare us.
A president who does not deserve to lead, fighting the fight
that does not exist, shoving a burning passion for a war
that is not a war.
Burning flames consume the country, bombs and firearms,
emotions and the heat of the cries of the fallen that will never leave.
Blood on our hands we cry for justice for our men to come home,
but we are the ones who sent them there to "save".
Humanity cannot save itself and we must rely on what is bigger than us,
but who recognizes that humans are not the end all be all?
How dare us.
Do we deserve the freedom that we were born into,
the nation that sees suffering far less than all the rest?
Look into the eyes of a fallen soldiers mother and search into the pain
for a reason for the lives of soldiers falling for the demise of a nation
that we will never be able to fix.
How dare us.

I Want To Hate You (Half As Much As I Hate Myself)

Where did we go?
Lost among the months and years
Friendship that dissolved like antacid
for my heart, it burns.
You used me and abused my emotions
But I loved you still,
Though it kills me to say,
I still wish I had your words jabbing me like a knife.
Did rubbing my heart in the carpet
make me a greasespot in your memories.
I wish for what was,
Though what was is not what is truly.
My eyes clouded like a stormy day,
All thoughts of you were never negative,
though they shoud have been.
I asked where we went,
But there was never a "we" was there?
I was the someone sitting on ice,
wilting and getting freezerburn,
hoping you would pick me, choose me, love me.
Advice for your ear, a smile for your day,
I was never more than that,
And I hate you for it,
But I hate myself more because I did it to myself.