Collector~
Lying here in a pool of my own glitter
You resurrect me pulling me nearer
Do I really look as bad as you paint me
Confused with the undertones of mass uncertainty
Is this really the point of the life that I've lead
This other calling haphazardly trying to force me to believe what I've read
I can't be moved, like a rock for the grind
Waiting for a collector to find
And remove this over dramatized, romanticized thorn in my side
Because I can't see clearly, is it a forest or a simple tree
Because I can't see clearly, between desire and need
Lying here in a pool of my own glitter
You resurrect me pulling me nearer
A force to be reckoned with
Dismal, yet loyal
Not waiting on the real world to come and spoil
All of my true plans, I know it would latch on to
The morning always comes too soon
Waking me with rays of sunlight
Piercing my sensitive eyes
It's always hard to let you go
It's always hard to send you home
And we covet things we unknowingly know are easily obtained with mere words
Because we're afraid of the sound of rejection
We'd rather scratch deeper into the infection
Instead of investing in some medicine
Lying here in a pool of my own glitter
You resurrect my pulling me nearer
And I wait for the collector to make it all clearer
Painted~
And the night took me into it
Held me against the brick walls
Whenever I'm with you all else fades away
And I'm alone in a peaceful flurry of happy
Colored with pastels in a vision of petals
Forgetting the rest of my circumstances
Under the scrutiny of a spotlight
I've officially tanned under the rays
Wanting it pointed anywhere but at me
Feeling the pulse of my nerves
Wondering where you could be
Like the ghost in my life you keep haunting me
I'll never enjoy the cold
I'll never enjoy the uncertainty, but it does keep me on my toes
And you're never there
And you're never loosed
You are just a story painted into the walls
Even now I am not sure which parts were lived
And which were fabricated
Call me what you will
Call me the one who tried
Call me the one who lied
I can't say I wouldn't be surprised
I am not the girl we all see in the mirror
Not that I am more, Not that I am less
Just the girl vying for a little understanding
And to get this weight off her chest
