each button i press is one step closer to disaster but angels don't have to sing to be heard
when the light hits the circle and the sound fills the room, who's really listening? who's really hearing? the spotlight's on me now
if i'm bleeding the melodies will it make it any clearer? that i'm scared to be alone (in this)
we whispered without speaking i laughed under the flashing light, captured my smile, my gift to you.
maybe the meaning would echo through your touch
i'm waiting for the promise but forever's taking too long to arrive. do you remember how it feels to not be so tired?
pretending to love me distraction in the moment i didn't think of it, then, for those hours spent in the philosophy of romance
i'd listen attentively to rhythms that are spoken i'd become fluent in the language if it meant that much to you
you've been there all along but never truly heard me sing if given the chance, i wonder would you hear: the suicide pact, the tearing, the disease, the helplessness the desperate plea for a guarantee that i know is too much to ask for
would you notice this smile is covering for the sadness if my eyes stared deeply enough past your eyelashes would it be worth the risk?
surrounded by compliments i don't know how to take. i don't deserve them (don't stop saying them) i don't believe you (but oh, how i want to)