Your Fool

That beautiful facade,
I foolishly fell in love with.
Oh, honey, I am a fool.
But god damn it I’m your fool.

I look in the mirror and I laugh,
“How did you get so far off?”
So far deep, deep down,
wearing the fool’s crown?

Laugh, laugh, laugh.
Admit it, this is funny.

Your chaos behind your facade.
How much time do you have before you fall apart?

Accept it, this is a domino game.
The stack of cards won’t stop falling over.
If you seriously think this is a game,
shouldn’t it be time that it’s game over?

If I have a question to ask more,
do you even know yourself anymore?
“Without the mask,
where will you hide?
Can’t find yourself,
lost in your lies,”
– Evanescence “Everybody’s Fool”

Your Fool

Laugh It Out

Funny how the world works,
but when I see it again,
I guess I’ll laugh it off,
and I won’t feel any pain.

Hahaha! Laugh it out!

Fool me once, shame on you
Fool me twice, shame on me
Isn’t that the way it’s supposed to be?

Fool me thrice, I’m disgusted with you,
but I guess it was alright because I loved you.

I cried enough,
but these tears are for me.
I know it is tough,
but damn I love me.

And no one can love me more than I do.


Just what we all need,
more lies about the world that
never was and never will be
have you no shame? Don’t you see me?
You know you’ve got everybody fooled.
-Evanescence, “Everybody’s Fool”

Laugh It Out

Love Letter to My Future Lover

Dear my future lover,
Before I say anything, thank you for loving me.
Thank you for sharing this joyful feeling with me.
Thank you for considering that loving me is a choice.
And thank you for wanting to work with me.

I know I’m a lot to work with,
I know it’s not easy to stay with me.
Thank you for being a fighter and a lover.
Thank you for choosing me and not someone else better.

Love me when I’m strong,
love me when I’m weak.
Love me when I do wrong,
love me when I’m at peak.

Love me when I’m red,
love me when I’m blue.
Love me when I’m bad,
love me when I’m good.

Love me when I’m an exploding firework,
love me when I’m a puddle of tears.
Love me for my hard work,
love me for my fears.

Love me when I’m a ball of energy,
love me when I feel so lazy.
Love me when I’m running,
love me when I’m floating.

Love me when I’m sweet,
love me when I’m in heat.
Love me when I’m angry,
love me when I’m teary.

I know, love, it’s hard to love a free soul.
A free soul can’t be chained down onto the earth.
A free soul needs to move, needs to float.
A free soul dies slowly when she is chained.

Love, I hope you’re a free soul, too.
Let’s link our hands together and float away.
Let’s fly together, let’s work together.
Let’s love in our good and bad.
Let’s love when we’re outside and when we’re in bed.

Let’s love for the rest of our lives.

a free soul who will share my love with you.

Love Letter to My Future Lover

Tipping Point

When I look down, I see the world underneath me.
The world of uncertainty and novelty.
If I look back, I see the world that was with me.
The world of certainty and familiarity.

This time please just let me fall.

Fall deep, deep, deep, into the abyss.
Do you know what it’s like to feel like this?

I’m certain I’m sober, but I feel drunken.
I’m high above the clouds, yet I feel sunken.

This time please just let me stand tall.

Let me shout it loud, shout it proud.
That I am good enough, I am good enough.

I am at the tipping point.
I am at the breaking point.

I am good enough.
I am good enough.

Tipping Point

Prickling Needles

Every step I take it feels like I’m walking on needles.
Step by step, it only hurts a little,
but then the wounds would not heal.
And all I can do is try not to feel.

Where should I go this time,
where should I walk to?
I want to see you later sometime,
but really will I be able to?

Every breath I take it feels like I’m inhaling needles.
It stabs through the heart but only a little,
but the deeper I breathe in, the more painful it feels,
please say it, tell me all of this is not real…
Say you love me again,
instead of saying her name.

Prickling Needles