All this time I could've been ruling the world.

How easy would it be?
I have all the power I need.
Everything move you make is in the palm of my hand.
I could crush you so easily.
Your body, your soul, they're mine.
I control what you see of me.
You think I'm graceful, confident, inspiring.
But this is the real me -- my core.
My motivations lie in your suffering.
That look in your eyes.
The pain reads so easily.
And I mirror you as I say that I'm sorry.
But this power is making me high.
And the scent of your blood brings a smile to my lips.
How easy it is to use you.
I can train you to touch me in all the right ways.
And when you demand too much.
When you demand commitment.
That is when you will see her — me.
Granite eyes, an evil grin.
Words that are salt in your wounds.
And one last kiss, the fatal shot to the head.
One by one, I can dangle your passions in front of you.
Fall under my spell.
Mysterious.
You were always so curious.
Enough to follow me straight into hell.

What will we say when we look back?

Looking back on my life, you were so worth the time,
To feel your hand in mine is all I could ask for.
All the pained memories, now have come to be something,
That when it all slips away, we can look back and say...
Searching back through your mind, will I be worth the time?
Will you feel my lips as they brush past your own?
All the nights and the stars that were sparking inside us,
So when it all slips away, we can look back and say...

"All across the nation girls are crying and boys are masturbating."

This can't be what that is because I know you don't feel it, but I do, and I'm not sure how to deal with it because I've always run from it, but now that this is so different I have to face the possibility that this might be what I've run from all my life, and if I'm scared I could ruin it, so I should just accept and move forward, but in the back of my mind the words haunt me, and I wonder when I can set them free, if ever, because maybe you'll never feel the way that I do, or maybe you do, and you have, but you're just better at hiding things, or maybe you're scared like I am, and maybe you're frozen in place or just taking it slow, which is really fine because at this point I've never been so perfectly content with such little motion, but it all seems right and natural and just the way things are supposed to be, and I know when you do I'll be happy, and if you don't I'll be happy too because just being with you is enough to make me feel completely at ease, and that's really all anyone could ask for in life.

'Tis not meant to be explained.

To be free to be myself is all I can ask.
And yet it seems to pool in the back of our minds.
To never be answered by you or me.
The question at hand indefinitely stands.
Will this shift into something beautiful?

There is no insecurity.

I feel it dripping away.
I can almost taste the freedom.
Seduced by the safeness of it all.
Will I be free of paranoia?
Will I be done playing these games?
Or is this merely another fleeting moment...
Life only makes sense in fleeting moments.
Then people screw it up.