You Always Thought She Was BeautifulYou remember her in that stage of dressYou fell in love with dear Audrey at her bestLounging on the couch with the girl that's your worldAs "Breakfast at Tiffany's" before you unfuurledNow, detached and so much olderYou decide that yes, you've gotten bolder"Letting strangers see the hidden me"Is how you word it, quite simply.In all her poses and Hollywood fineryShe makes you think, doesn't she?Pictures from a book of her pastEven so, your focus won't lastDo you feel at home amongst all this silence?Is casual observation a point of your finest?You smile at Miss Hepburn's face so familiarAnd you wonder how you ever couldn't have loved herA simplist white background suits her so well,The actress's appearance speaks for itselfSuch idolized beauty would never suit me,Too cliche, everyone would say, but you admire her class.Especially that figure holding "Cat"You remember the scene he made his runaway cleanAnd you snuggled closer to your this year homecoming queenSuch
Picture PerfectIt's all so picture perfect,Isn't that how it should be?It's a con of false pretensesTo lock in your heightened sensesI slow with a feeling of melancholyA floating memorySome would wonder what it is we're supposed to seeI say, simply see.The attempt of a spruce-upA barren path of stonesBubbles aught in a death trapOf stained glass, but not saudered aloneLook outside yourself, she's sayingWith a gentle brush to the greenI assume for a momentThat I get what you meanWOrds stuck in my head as I try not to lose themI do what I can to sit down and use themFInd some art and stare it downUse your mind to make it your ownQuestion which words are worthy of sending homeRemember her as you gaze at the wallsCliches aren't always complete faultsBecause you remembered him about the green green grassThis places haunts you with your all-mistaken past.
I Am, and Proud.I am down home farm stock itching for city lifeI am a nose in that book you've never readI am racing you down the block to feel my heart beat fastI am multilingual by choiceI am nerdy-geek breedI am a homestuckI am runningI am going nowhereI am lostI am confusionI am a struggleI am fightingI am afraidBut I am readyBecause I am the future.I am lovedI am in loveI am finally hersI am a daddy's girlI am hiding under these headphonesI am the beat pulsing from the speakersI am colorful, inside and outI am middle groundI am striving for all the things they said I can't haveI am proving them wrongI am everything they're scared ofI am one of thoseAnd proud.
That PieceEveryone knows that one puzzle pieceThat ONE that doesn't fit quite rightThat when every other piece is in placeIt still doesn't feel like it should go there.What if you were that piece?The one that successfully completes the pictureBut you must jam the edges downTo perfectly coincideOn every side, the place where it obviously goes.But what if it just doesn't feel rightFor it to be where it "belongs"It can fit in,if you try.But what if you're tired of tryingAnd that puzzle just seems stupidBecause your tired of always fighting that pieceBeing of that puzzleWhen it's so hard to fitIt all seems so worthlessAnd you wonderWhy you can't just move on.
BabyI left a numberOn your nightstandTelling you to call itIf you could remember who I amIt seems likeWe're just gonna let our fate happenLike you have no planI'm tired of being your right handShe said I love youI said I love you too'Cause she's loving meWhat was I supposed to do?You've got a grand schemeCare to enlighten me?All these voicesThey call my nameBut none of themEver sound the sameAnd they askWanna play a game?I ask themWhat's my name?Baaaaaby, baaaaaby,they call for meAm I their queenOr just a pawn?Baaaaby, baaaaby,Anyone remember meAnyone in the daylightLet me know when you wake up tonightAm I your queenOr just a pawnIt seems so unfairYou can't see me moving onBut I can playYour silly gamesI can breakYour hearti justwant tobe okaybut these melodiesare bringing back memoriesDo I wear your crownOr just get pushed aroundIt seems so unfairYou expect me thereWhy haven't I the rightTo bask in a gleaming light'Cause yours is going dim
retributionSoftand slenderthey tapon the tablerushedbut endearedshe lets themclack, clack, clack,from the tipsof her nailsbut failsat the appearanceof retributionthat will nevercome.