[media] Under my skin; guess I can't win. It feels lika sin but I can't stop myself. When I fall, I fall. I fall back to it all, I can't really recall what just happened. Down on myself, just hide me on a shelf. 'cause I cause too much trouble~ [media] And I fall back, I see your face. In that, time can't erase. I'm back in that place that we hide in. You're under my skin, this can't be a sin 'cause it feels so good, How could this have been? But I fall back. [media] Kindda want you more, I can't shut that door. Don't call me a whore for being unsure what I want. The writing's not clear from what I see 'n hear. Can I disappear into my world? Am I that much trouble? [media] [media] I don't wanna win, I don't need your respect. It's my heart that I protect. It's something to expect from someone like me I hate the person that I see in my bathroom mirror. Why isn't this clearer? Why am I this much trouble? But I fall back. I can't stop myself [media] Oh I don't wanna win, I can't stop myself And I fall back.

twelve ten A.M, what was a night to please now turns out to have this family on their knees. the call came that someone's life tried to cease by their own hands. angered and confused no one understands why would she be so wrong, why she'd want to slip through life's strands. Why won't she stand on her own; even though she's been shown the way? To escape the moon, "why'd you save me?" She asked, "I want to die soon," she declared. when did she become God? to now have her life Spared and turn yet again and decide to contemplate suicide. to have taken us on this fucked up ride It wasn't by accident, that she did what she did. Some one ran and hid As she put her daughter through the deepest fear of all hell. Her babygirl had to watch as her mother's motherhood fell to watch her mother slowly slip away, for if it wasn't for her, her mother wouldn't be alive today. But no lessons learned, and her mother has no concerns for anyone right now, but wait that's a lie, She cares for herself and still wanting to die. I want to escape the moon, I want to get out of this hell soon How can anyone be so selfish? How can she not care? To have tried this to get out of the cross we all bare. The cowards way out and a stupid Russian roulette dare. all we can do is sit there cry, and stare I hate her for what she's done! No matter how far or fast we run we can't escape our thoughts our breath, our life The Moon and the sun The gift of life and the hand of death To escape the moon for it shows us for what we really are, the forms we take, the mistakes we make a family's heart she'll break And the hell we all go though.

Am I?... Am I going or am I staying? I can't understand the story you're relaying. Is it truly your heart you're displaying? 'cause when I fall, I fall. Am I that stupid to wait for your call? But I forgot to tell you that I'd crawl through hell for you if what you say is true. But am I good enough to be loved? I warn you I won't be shoved into doing what you want me to do. Am I good enough for you? Would you wait for me too? Would you remember my name after the whole dating game? Would your words of affection be the same? Or am I being myself; afraid to trust, afraid of being the blame? I'm not the person you claim. I don't feel all that sane. Am I going to be burned by your flame? Or am I being burned by my past and present shame? You say I'm your future, but I worry about your past you say you want our relationship to last, but is it within our grasp? Or am I your Gothic Doll? Your Baby Girl? Am I going or am I staying? Am I here? Or am I gone? My perception of love is all wrong. But would falling for you be worse? Is this my family curse? Am I meant to pass away alone and condemned to a hearse? Or be free? Am I able to truly see what lies beneath those blue eyes? Am I your true love? Or am I just something to offer? Or did you come along to make my heart softer? Would you love me for my imperfections as well? Would you walk with me through my own hell? Am I worth your time? Are you worth mine? I wish I could see a vision; I wish I could see a sign. No this can't be settled with my favorite kind of rose, Okay, I lied I guess it shows how much you know me. But what happens if you asked, "Haunted Marry Me?" Would my heart agree with my head? Am I worth the proposal you just said? Or is this just fantasy? Am I just another to be casualty soon? Would you make love to me under a full moon? Would you hold me and agree to wait if I changed my mind? Would you be really that willing to be that kind? I'm not always as I seem. But why are we haunting each-others dreams? Am I truly someone worth dreaming of? Am I already yours and don't know it? Is my emotions glowing with it? Am I?