QUICKSAND

Tired of being hurt in his hands

Why is it he can’t understand?

Can’t they just hold you

And not try to break you

Just want his hands to be gentle

No more bruises and no more tears

You can still smell him on you

You can still feel his hands

The bruises he leaves on you

Drowning in quicksand

SHATTER

Get so used to lying to yourself

That you actually start to believe

And when someone brings something up

You honestly didn’t remember

And it hits you like a sledgehammer

Telling yourself so many lies

Hiding the truth for so long

Not wanting to remember makes it easy to forget

But it all comes back in the end

And it hits you all over again

And you wonder if this is the end

Breaking all over again

Shatter

REALLY

He’s not there anymore, in a shadowed hall

He’s not there anymore but I still hear his call

I can still see him standing there reaching for me

I can still feel my giving in to him

But he’s not here anymore

When I leave a room alone

He’s not waiting for me in the shadows upstairs

I can almost see him but he isn’t there

I don’t know if I’m glad or not

A sense of relief, sure

But will I never stand with him again?

Share stolen kisses and hide from our friends?

Shouldn’t I be glad that it all ends?

But I still see him for an instant when I walk down the hall.

And I remember the places we touched to spite them all

It’s strange to think I’ll never hold him again

I’ll never steal a violent kiss before returning to my friend

It’s hard to believe that it’s really the end