Rhyme of the second.

Clinging on my words, you seem to drown in lies. I'm sinking in your world as you muffle up my cries. Scuffle up my eyes, my tears are your pride. Sincere in our sighs as we watch them collide...

Victimized.

I'm addicted to being victimized
It's sick to disguise how I stick to being nice
Don't put up a fight, words pinch and slap me
Hinge and trap me, I'm absurd so grab me
And tell me I'm the worst daughter you've ever had
And how you're glad that I look more like my dad
So you can stay detached, rotten egg that you've hatched
I'm a mistake now. Darkened; like you've burnt this batch..

You're a friend to me, but I invoke the worst in you
But I'm nursed in you, what am I supposed to do?
I'm a broken tune, inside the right melody
You're like ice to my lips but you refuse to melt in me...

Let us.

I became frantic as I thought of myself dying. With how much I drive, I'll probably get pinned between two cars. Two rugged grills. Two awkward minutes, where I'll wonder what I've accomplished. I panic not because I think of myself as a loser, but because I think of myself as not done. I am incomplete but I don't wish to be done. Who does? You finish it all, you finish yourself. You finish that urge. You put out that fire. Why would you want to do that? Let's keep wishing. Let's keep hoping. Without any of that, we're none of that. We're just a piece, an inch apart from all the other pieces. Let's look forward to something. Let's not close our eyes. Let us be by not letting anything be. Let us fight. Let us bring out the cries. Let us become aware and let us warn those in despair. Let us win. Let us not be done.