I could write about love
or another emotion
About life at home
About broken devotion
I could write about honesty
I could write about lies
About how you're so fake
and how I hate your eyes
But that'd be a little too simple
To explain all that I feel
Cause every single thought of you
Makes me physically ill.
It's not like you did it by accident
You made your attack direct
You aimed for my heart
and caused my defect
Welcome to the diary of a lovestruck teen
Sure it's a little depressing but that's just what you've seen.
There's much more to the twisted tale
through the eyes of youth
You wouldn't be able to see the pain
or to point out the truth.
Cause in the heart of every child
thats lay awake at night
listening to the screaming and shouting
from yet another fight
In the heart of every girl or boy
who has had their heart handed to them
and turned to escapes
that in turn made the situations grim.
In the heart of every child that's only been lied to
Never been held close or told something true
There is an unwritten poem
Waiting to be let out
a new escape
a way to silently shout.