LULLABY OF TEARS
How did I end up here? Â What have I done?
That’s what I keep asking myself over and over again. I’m such a disappointment to everyone around me.  Well, at least I would be if they knew the truth.  The truth behind the smile.  Because behind my smile is a broken girl who cries alone at night. Â
One moment.  One choice. One mistake.
That’s all it took to change everything.Â
And somehow, he still cares. He still writes songs about memories of us—of me. Even when I walked away, because it’s not just my life I have to think about anymore.
If we had the chance to be together again, would he want me? Does he still see me as the girl in the songs he sings? Or am I nothing more than sad memories of what could have been?
BALLAD OF HYSTERIA
Panic. Frenzy. Anxiety. Hysteria.
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All words I would use to describe not just how I feel inside, but how my life is on the outside too. I left home to follow my dreams instead of the guy.
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But I can’t keep away from that guy.
He’s the rock-and-roll bad boy, the drug I can’t quit. We’re toxic, but my addiction to him is suffocating me. He is the stains on my skin that I can’t get away from. Marks, scars, and art.
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Air. I need air—fresh air—to breathe. I think I found it. But not in the one who’s supposed to help me through the fog. It’s… unexpected. He’s unexpected.
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But we don’t belong in each other’s worlds. I’m red lipstick and tattoos, and he’s suits and ties and everything I need.
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He’s the ballad to calm the hysteria inside me.