maybe someday.

And your enemies are:
your hair, because it just can't seem to be straight.
your mom, because she just can't seem to trust.
your friends, because you have to keep them close.
your world, because there are never enough bullets to make it go away.

It's not that you built a pedastal and put what you wanted on the top. You just need to grow a few inches and you can get what you wanted all along.
I can get what I wanted all along.
and be what I need to be, which isn 't what I am.
A sister, a daughter, a person that cannot help but lack self respect.

call it what you want;
but I call it making yourself the enemy.
An enemy to yourself, and the person you see in the mirror is the one you want to dissapear the most.
If I could crush these dreams..
than maybe it wouldn't hurt like this.

I could embrace this, but I'll push it away.
The blood stains on the carpet can't come out.
I'm scarred with the thought of being hesitant.
Because it should just get done, be over with.

And I'll wake up on day with the dagger in my hand, not yours.
And I'll wake up one day and you won't be able to walk down the hall and make me feel like this anymore.