your room

by white horse

a whirlwind of childhood memories
that you keep around to stare and see
a life that found you happier
when she was you and you were her
but your old clothes are hanging up for purchase
by any one with tiny hips
who thinks thier life is simply clothing
that covers up what your not exposing
a fragile heart that cant quite grasp

that this isnt the fucking past

and we all mess up we all lose sight
of whats important and what is right
but wrong or not we cant keep silent
when our thoughts are always violent
words we wish we would have said
to all those girls you wish were dead
and all the boys who laughed at me
when i was young and couldnt see
that life is built up of pointless stories
that i tell so people wont ignore me
and you know these feelings never last

because tomorrow they are the past.