Liar

This ones for you

I call you a liar,
For all you’ve said.
I call you a liar,
For everything you do.

Sometimes I wonder,
What type of friend you would be?
I wonder a lot however,
Would I still be your friend if I knew the real you earlier?

When you talk about me behind my back,
It comes back to me.
Then I wonder,
Why you were the liar.

Making me cry,
Is it that much fun?
Making me stitch my heart back,
Does it give you that much joy?

Now I know,
What hides behind that mask.
Now I know,
The person behind that pretty face.

Is a liar like you.

-Written by Andrea Yong

Alone or not?

Would I be alone or not?
In this world where wrong seems right.
Would I be alone or not?
Along the streets I walk at night.

Would I be alone or not?
When I’m being pushed around.
Would I be alone or not?
When I’ve been shoved to the ground.

Would I cry or not?
When I’ve been pushed to my limits.
Would I smile or not?
When I’ve heard a joke about the way I look.

Would I laugh or not?
When I found a picture shaming me.
Would I live or not?
When I’ve jumped off a cliff.

Would I understand or not?
When he explains to me why we’re not together anymore.
Would I cry or not?
When I knew what was said behind my back.

I guess I’ll never know,
But maybe I already do…

So, am I alone or not?

-written by Andrea Yong

Broken Strings

Let me hold you for the last time
It’s the last chance to feel again
But you broke me, now I can’t feel anything

When I love you and so untrue
I can’t even convince myself
When I’m speaking it’s the voice of someone else

Oh, it tears me up
I tried to hold on but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it’s not enough
To make it all okay

You can’t play our broken strings
You can’t feel anything
That your heart don’t want to feel
I can’t tell you something that ain’t real

Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before?

Oh, what are we doing?
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us

Running back through the fire
When there’s nothing left to say
It’s like chasing the very last train
When it’s too late, too late

Oh, it tears me up
I tried to hold on but it hurts too much
I tried to forgive but it’s not enough
To make it all okay

You can’t play our broken strings
You can’t feel anything
That your heart don’t want to feel
I can’t tell you something that ain’t real

Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before?

But we’re running through the fire
When there’s nothing left to say
It’s like chasing the very last train
When we both know it’s too late, too late

You can’t play our broken strings
You can’t feel anything
That your heart don’t want to feel
I can’t tell you something that ain’t real

Oh, the truth hurts and lies worse
So how can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before?
Oh, you know that I love you a little less than before

Let me hold you for the last time
It’s the last chance to feel again

Wondering…

I just started wondering,
Why I like him.
He’s totally different from me,
And I’m not talking just about personality.

I keep wondering,
Why I like him.
When he makes me cry sometimes,
Somehow I can’t hate him.

I still do wonder,
Why do I like him.
Sure he does make me smile,
But then why do I feel that’s enough, when I know it isn’t true.

*Sigh*

Maybe I should just stop thinking,
And go straight to bed.
Besides it’s not that important now,
After all, I’m still a child.

- Andrea Yong

Why?

Why?
I asked that question over and over again.
And then every time they would answer,
Why not?

I shut my eyes,
I put my hands over my ears.
Their whimpers’ and cries,
They called out to me even though I tried not to hear.

Why?
I asked again today,
Why destroy them?
What did they ever do wrong?

Why not?
They bring us money.
They give us warmth too.
They would answer gleefully.

I looked away,
Their cries rang in my head
I tried to shut it out,
But they just kept on going.

Why?
I asked again,
Why kill them?
Why torture them?

Why not?
They make good ornaments,
They give us good food.
Why not? They said smiling.

Why would you hurt a tree?
Don’t they give us oxygen?
Don’t they get rid of carbon dioxide?
Don’t they give us a cool air?

Why would you hurt the animals?
What did they ever do?
Did they kill a million human beings?
Why destroy all God has given?

So I will ask again,
Why do you do this?And so what will be your answer?

- A question for everyone from Andrea Yong

Angel

His eyes burned with anger,
They glowed crimson red in the dark.
His hand protectively covered me,
His wing wrapped around me.

That was what I felt,
No– what I remembered from the dream.
I walked through the forest shivering from the cold,
But vividly remembering his wing I felt warm.

As I stumbled through the dark,
My hands instinctively grabbed something to break my fall.
As I looked up I saw him,
The inhuman boy in my dreams.

Even though his eyes were blood red,
They looked at me with a soft expression.
He helped me up,
Careful not to hurt me.

He was my one winged angel,
Always watching out for me.
No matter where I was,
He would be there watching over me.

My one winged angel.

-Andrea Yong