The pain slowly rises up from the toenails of swollen feet, begging to thrive, to not be released... Pulling you in, like an over needy friend, drowning remorse sounds hollow and coarse.
A master of reality design, she finally began to analyze, who was this boy and what did he want, why was it him that got what he got?
An advocate for the weak, something only some can understand, she never had any idea that he was nothing like most men... He was purely a design, a fragment of her mind, a poorly put together story that rhymed, so alone is where she cries, trying again to analyze.
She finds a poem to recite
A voice if she might
Fight this new found stage fright
So many times, they stood at the end of the stage, silently filling her heart with rage.
She ran as far away from home as she could with that man,
With packs too heavy and without an open hand, together they ran.
Him from his choices, her from those voices
They kept screaming she would fail.
She wanted to run far enough away that by the time she was home they wouldn't know what to say.. But she came home and had to stay.
Reanalyze the pain.
See again what she had left in shame.
Please God be with her, please help her pray, please come down to her, and take her pain away
He held her down and blindfolded her, whispered in her ear that she was flying, and then blew wind in her hair as she was crying, calling it Ocean Air. Salty.
How dare me.
You introduced yourself as "Jesus,"
and all I could do was agree
God sat you right beside me and made it impossible not to see,
in the pitch black of an unsure night, even the fire did not show me
how beautifully your entire human complex seemed slightly, Godly
How could it be? Thought silly little me.
Could this truly be the man of my dreams?
The man I unconsciously showed Mother Universe I was ready for,
on the 10th day of the 9th month in the 12th year, I showed her
I fell in love with myself, and only hours later, 2 souls became 1.
I fell madly in love with every single red and white blood cell my skin held...
Undoubtedly, you unlocked the door that had never been given a key,
as you became me, you were all I could see
As though it was you and I that created the phrase, "at first sight"
as though it was our birth right, what we'd been fighting so hard for our entire lives...
You, and I.
The magic that shot out as stars from those perfectly brown eyes
left my knees weak and gave me butterflies
still...gives me butterflies...
I'll never forget the first fire you built...
You glistened in the morning sun as a man my imagination couldn't build,
your golden locks glamorously kissing your shoulders,
a look, that told me, "Yes, I am yours."
how breathtaking you truly are
My best friend, through thick, and through thin.
How lucky, how blessed, how thankful I am.
My best friend, defying the odds of most men,
becoming stronger than the weight of a world bred to sin,
mistakes were made, but they will soon be forgiven.
Our life is the flame that shall burn for a lifetime
our souls are so entwined it would kill us to untie them
so we shall stay entwined, as we have in past lives
this is not our first dance, and I choose to never dance a last,
so tip toe with me on this floor made of glass
around and around until it finally cracks
and land with me in a warm pool by the sea
with glass walls fish swim through as you swim through me
swim, through me as only you can, and only you ever will, swim THROUGH me,
through my skin, through my ego, through my instinct,
talk to me, telepathically if its all we can achieve, I will be listening...
Your first angel was your mother.
She gave you the Ability to breathe.
She nurtured you for 9 whole months,
and pushed for however long.
At that point different variables come into play,
your second angel is often a little hard to say.
It could be your father, if the cards play out right...
But sometimes, just sometimes, it simply is not.
Could've been your grandma, or a neighbor across the street...
Just had to be someone who never would leave.
Until they leave.
And then those angels sing the loudest song, the one your radio plays at dawn...
Your third angel comes, when you need them the most
and stay with you through distance, where you need them for hope.
Angel number four is someone you've known before,
a connection so sacred, when together, it's known.
The fifth is a kiss, sweeter than any you've had,
an exchange of energy, that drives your hormones mad.
Like diving head first into a bubble bath...
The choices you make seem stupid and fast...
But totally worth it even if it didn't last...
The fifth angel is a blessing, and one everyone should have.
The sixth is an elder, they will stand out like transparent opal in the glistening sun on a new day as the sun blesses the changing tides for the very first time. As if asking you to rise, and begin the new days fight.
Angels. They aren't really in disguise.
Die meth, y'all tripped, I lean
On the God that I've seen,
When he met me in my dream,
took my hand and showed me reality
killed me dead with no helmet or memory
He told me he loved me, humbly
I told myself, I love myself, I discovered self.
Rescued from the depths of unconsciously living in debt giving the world every last cent without knowing how to manifest I was drained without sense.
Always on the defense, scared of present tense, did not dare to jump the broken fence and was stuck there burning incense.
Wire wrapped into A sole proprietors pair of socks she didn't know would fit her shoes, how dare you.
I doubt you. I doubt you could ever truly understand how much I could believe in you. Or how easy it is for me to write you off. It's not heartless, with more heart than I know what to do with, I'm just not stupid. I won't be wounded, unless by self.
Self is safe from self, and no one else.
Let's put the world to sleep and meet em all in their dreams,
give some prolific speech that has em waking up thinking,
Is this my ideal reality?
They gave us the sun to explore this earth, the moon to go back home ... For in your dreams is another reality, and one you rarely see... Lucidly at least... Your dream self has explored. Has suffered. Has laughed. Has felt the fear of not being able to run as real as you feel me pinch you. How can that not mean something? How can I wake up every single morning, and not take a second to appreciate the opportunity to go back home, but wake up here...
They had to make these experiences feel real. They had to make us believe that being "awake" was as good as it got. They can't make money off you if you live in your dreams...so they refuse to let you sleep...
Wake up! They scream. With their TVs and electro beats. With their Budweiser and whiskey. With there horsepower and responsibilities. With there everything.
Fall asleep. In DMT. find the path they don't want you to see, find the boy that needs to breathe, find the answer and use the key, because we have the power to accomplish EVERYthing. SCREAM. "LEAVE ME BE!"
Stay out of my bank account, stay off of my streets, take your big brother, and give me back trees....
I am telling the story,
of a girl that I know,
who spent a little too long,
on the wrong side of the road
On the verge of giving up everything,
he found a way to rescue her,
he snatched her by the collar,
and pulled her deep into his lair
In the cellar she stayed,
like a good little slave,
cooking, cleaning, waiting
while he went out and played
But this boy he called it Love,
and she ate that shit up,
so she took every hit,
and kept her mouth shut
He learned how to control her,
in every single way
from scaring her into not wanting more
to taking it all away
Sometimes it felt,
like she'd prefer a belt,
but the damage he did
left her needing more then help
He did everything he could
to keep her where she was
the only thing he told her,
was how she'd never be enough
While he didn't say it,
in that many words
she was smarter then the ones before
and she clawed her bloody fingers
to the last remaining door
When she made it to the light,
barely visible that night,
she used the last little bit she had,
refusing to tap out of his relentless fight
In the light, she took a nap
When she awoke from her slumber,
her eyes were heavy with wonder
Did those wounds that look so real,
become scars that finally healed?
When will the fear,
when will the tears,
say a final goodbye?
Why did you do it,
Why did you try?
Why did you hurt me,
Why did you lie?
Why did you answer,
Why did you cry?
Why did you bother,
Why did you hide?
You are a fool, you know,
for every goodbye...
I re-read the words,
I understood them this time...
You know exactly what you are,
you know exactly how to act,
you know just the right words to say
to keep em always coming back
No longer is she the victim.
no longer do you have rights
no longer do you have any control
of anything in her life
She has thrown a white flag,
and she has given you up,
you did more damage then most,
but not as much as she know
You didn't know what you were doing,
when you picked up the wounded girl,
while you thought things were going exactly as planned,
she was planning to destroy your world...
You gave her too much power,
you let yourself slip too soon,
you handed her the dagger,
and opened up your wounds
Asked her to do it for you,
said it was too heavy of a load,
showed her right where to place it,
and even pulled her hands in close
So when you said "I am ready"
she simply did what you taught her too,
you're bleeding on the floor you know,
and leaving a mess is rude.
I was talking to a star today,
Started off casual but turned to a talk about fate
About how one day this star went out on a date,
Met a nice planet at the local cafe
After hours of talking and positive debate
They left the cafe found a new place to create,
A bond more powerful then words could express
In each others eyes they found comfortable happiness.
The star and mars didn't spend a moment apart
And suddenly it was as though they began sharing one heart
The bond that they found became even more profound
And they began understanding what had been holding them Down
As they began to look deep into metaphorical eyes
They began lifting each other to an indescribable high
And as they got higher, things began making sense
And the creation of life seemed the only thing left
So on one summer night, when everything felt right,
Their universes collided and humans called it
You should see the product of that kind of love,
She watches you nightly from up above
Keeping an eye on all that is Us,
You can hide her anywhere in the world
with just the tip of your thumb..
If you happen to be in a place you can see,
You should look up to the Moon, and tell her
"Hello," for me.
Baby show me something I've never seen before,
chivalry's not dead and I need something more,
if you'd like we can pretend,
to be a little more then friends
but please don't forget,
I am who I am,
and I've driven down a road
past a sign that said closed
ended up in a few places
with no where else to go
and if were stuck then were stuck
and we can leave it as such,
but if you give me hope
I'll find more rope and
we'll lower ourselves
down as the ground begins to look close.
but so far away...
help me find the words,
I've forgotten how to say..
It'd been a while since I unfolded the crease
overwhelmed with questions I opened it slowly
I struggled to read, as I could barely see,
but I made it through, and it reminded me...
You always knew the answers,
you always made me try,
you always told me you were proud,
and it was okay to not be right
I was flipping through an old picture album,
the one you made me when I was little,
Tuesday nights and the London Eye,
school plays and that wagon we made,
I still offer help, to those in need,
but I no longer think with childish greed
I am becoming the woman
you knew I would be...
I wish you were here,
I wish you could see
I re-read the last letter you wrote me...
you answered my prayers,
and I hear your message
loud and clear
I will explore the world
because you opened my eyes..
like poison pulsing through my veins,
I'm addicted to flight,
no matter how far,
no matter how high
I am strong,
At least that's what I my friends believe...
I wish you could meet them,
I wonder what you'd see...
There's a few that you would really like...
A few that mean a lot to me...
I went to California, we planned it for a day,
packed a few bags, got in the car, and simply drove away...
No body could believe it... (they all think I've gone insane)
It sounded like a memory, an escape from all the pain
I was sitting on the mountain as the sun was going down..
thinking to myself how you would've brought me to this town
and as the single tear I tried to fight fell slowly to the ground,
I whispered an audible thank you and excused any remaining doubt
You are here and every where,
you guide me through each day,
turning traffic lights to slow my rides
telling me when to leave, telling me when to stay
you still know exactly how to make me see, that life is one big mystery
full of adventures and unexplored roads,
I'll set cruise control and you can show me where to go
While we reminisce on the stories they've told
Its funny how things do.
I can't even explain in how many ways,
things will never be the same.
Am I responsible for this mess?
Should I delegate someone else for this?
He told me change was the only constant
but is it really for the best...?
I am doing what you've wanted,
and I'm sure you already know,
but thank you for pushing me,
and making sure I go
You've always trusted me
Even when things went a little bit wrong,
you knew that I'd fix it and it wouldn't take long
so you bought a few books and told me to cook
for the first time ever, I was proud of my work
You never missed a show
From ballet to choir concerts,
talent shows to football games
gymnastic meets to farmers markets
to the clumsy, care-free, dancing duo
You always held my hand
Rough, and dry from a thousand shoe laces tied
but soft and familiar and never looking to fight
when things are hard and my energy's drained,
I picture your hands taking away my pain
You always were on time
I sat at school the other day,
waiting for my ride,
thinking about you, as I usually do,
wishing it was you that was stopping by
I break down sometimes
You were my rock,
my sounding board,
my only voice of reason,
you held me together
told me always to be better
you never let me down
I wish you were here
The days are getting harder it seems,
my life is changing so quickly
I'm loosing control, but I'm gaining some more,
I'm just not sure where you want me
I'm sorry for all the questions,
I don't mean to have so many,
I just can't stand to tell myself,
No one is ever ready
She is never satisfied
Searching for love in knots she ties
but as soon as she finds it, it is instantly denied
refusing to accept anything less then Divine
Is forever enough?
Theres no such thing as luck
She learned in class yesterday,
there is no such thing as a free lunch
but who decides who is good,
and who defined forever as such
What do you take off?
When things get heavy and a little bit rough
the first things I remove are each one of my socks
But I am curious to know, if you noticed your own,
the way you focus on your broken phone
What is happening to this world?
Have you noticed lately things are changing and breaking
everyone is confusing attention and affection
for love and loyalty so they find blunt rejection
Where do you draw the line?
And who isn't asking for more time?
Things become clear when you hear them as a rhyme
I wrote it in blood, can I be famous tonight?
How many people are playing this game?
And what do they call it when they confess to the shame
how long will we last passing the blame
define who we are when they all take aim
If I pushed, would you pull?
In this tug of war and in all that we've written
did it ever make sense,
did I make you feel like you were living?
Forever's just a word
A thousand lies, excuses, and insults were heard,
At the end of the day another is soon to come,
When you wake up from that dream,
you'll soon be in this one.
Tear drops fall on souls longing to cry
She is not so ignorant that she doesn't ask why
It's not the first time she has asked that question
but before she was on the receiving end
and now she's asking for a different reason
and she wonders how long she will wait for the storm
tired of being left lost and alone.
your tree rises in my furry.
the time bomb ticks,
you will only see whats left of me
in a once dreamt up plan of a time machine
don't forget all the secrets you've told me
I may be young but I'm far from naive
and I'm not so scared as terrified of sleep
because I know that I can't help but find you in my dreams
and I may be cold but I am far from weak
and I've never asked for more then dedication to succeed
but you can't help yourself with no goals to achieve
you hesitate while I am knees deep in a pile you've bundled up just for me,
I'm wondering what's real and what you've made me believe
is this reality?
or your perfectly planned fantasy?
I'm not allowing any more cold feet
I'll stand alone while you finally meet
Do not offer while I cannot receive,
you love everybody
but you've forgotten what it means,
you're missing key points such as loyalty
I'm giving up on that,
I will accept defeat,
I will no longer dance on the tops of your feet,
I will tune out every reminder like a thousand times before
I wonder if you noticed, I've always locked your door..
I'm ready to let you go,
don't take this as you know,
more things have been done
then I could pass you in a note
words are more frequent when questions are asked,
I've never asked one you didn't answer back,
ask away will you please?
I'm not begging you but I will ask once, nicely.
The things you're looking for are most often found
hiding in plain sight
In the dead of the night,
when everything feels right
who are you seeing when you close your eyes?
I am lost in a moment I cannot describe
I'm standing as tall as my heart let's me write
Do not confuse blessings for an unwanted fight
I simply am wishing the best for our unstructured lives.
Have you ever been questioned...
Have you ever asked why?
Have you thought of solutions someones already tried?
I'm telling you this power offers you something great.
Would you like to partake?
Sit with me,
Life is too short
to live so irate
You are only allowed what you build or create..
So many opportunities are recklessly at stake..
Till The Break of Dawn
I'll sing that song,
If you promise to never
stop dancing along
she questions what is
meant to be..
The salt from your kiss
sits awkwardly on lips
in a quivering bliss
every emotion is exaggerated
and not easy to miss...
but do not mistake passion
See not what they do
but have faith that in it,
we will find ourselves skipping
down bright yellow bricks
hands will be held but i'm warning you all
do not trip the girl that can't handle the fall..
I don't know where we're going,
but I can tell you where I've been..
and I'd tell you every detail,
but you'd throw me to the wind
you think you want to know,
what made me who I am,
but you have no idea,
where these blurry eyes once ran
I'd give these words to you,
from the bottom of my heart,
but you'd be wondering where I left you
and you'd forget what made you start..
Things are not as easy,
as we all want them to be,
but life is just a challenge,
given to you and me.
If you dig too deep into it,
with anyone but yourself,
you risk loosing everything
a pattern that never fails
I've seen the way the tides roll in,
I've watched a plane take flight,
I've witnessed the birth of brand new life,
I've seen a grown man cry
I've been through towns I couldn't pronounce,
I've learned a lesson or two,
I've given up hope on a lasting love,
but I'll never give up on you
I've watched the sun rise from the East
while the moon followed closely
I've watched the planets I cannot fathom
shine brighter then the last one
I've been through the rain that I couldn't foresee
but I've bypassed a storm that sure would've killed me
and I've survived a few falls I shouldn't have had
while making a few choices that made a few people mad
I've flown over oceans, for hours on end,
I've deleted a few answers, when I should've hit send
I've answered a few questions that cost a few friends
but I've never lost respect for the powers that lend.
I'm thankful for the things
the greater being lets me see
and I live every day happy to breathe
I'll be there for you, forever and always
we can roam the states bumpy highways
open the sunroof so I can sit and stargaze
I'm sorry its not what you want it to be,
but maybe a friendship is just what you need...
My Secret Garden
Its the way he threatens to close his soul,
or the way he rolls over holes covering a seed that can't grow..
Making sure you're the last to ever know
how far his addiction would be wiling to go
intertwining her fingers in a heart turned to stone
she turns to the Earth to have something to hold..
As the Earth captures her embrace,
she is over come with faith,
discovering a new world,
that shes allowed to create
Do you believe in fate?
When friendship meets love and
somethings finally enough
will you let go of that grudge
or completely give up?
As she makes her way through each passing day.
she plants her seeds in the wounds that bleed,
reveling herself in guilty dreams
neglecting her heart for their greater need
complicating the plan seems a sure defeat
the only thing she keeps track of are her two attached feet..
Forgetting conversations that held no depth
she fell into a trap as she readily lept
into fleeting hands disguised as safety nets
her heart detached as her body slept
Misunderstood from the fall,
they thought she lost all control
she refused to conform
and meant no harm
heard underlying judgments
so she covered the scars
she's captivated by the stagnant stars
believing in a world bigger then ours
if seeing is believing, she was staring at mars
more tangible then ever,
she now understood
this life was not theirs
but an unwritten book
possibilities were endless
for a conclusion of sorts
theories are offered
but not relevant in court
she waits for those seeds to expose a new growth
praying it gives them a small dose of hope
because nurturing something piece by piece
seems the responsible solution for a world in need
ONE LOVE is the life I'll breed
Introduce yourself, Stargazer.
An introduction you'd like?
Would it be worth the fight?
Where would you be left at,
defending the gun or the knife?
Don't complicate things,
I've explained to you why,
expose to the people
what you've failed to hide
I've told you, you know,
hundreds of times!
You don't want to see
what I've locked deep inside...
I know you don't want to,
I know it must hurt,
but fearing to speak freely
is a waste of your words
You think you understand it,
you think you'll be fine
but you haven't even dreamed of
the images in my mind...
Come to me,
slow down and breathe,
have you ever heard the birds
sing their sweet melody,
high up in the tree tops,
you know that I have
they sing to the cat
that sits there and listens
while they sit there and laugh..
Don't lecture me please, I'm not in the mood
I'm doing everything you taught me not to
And successfully so, I think I'm doing just fine,
The only thing I ever asked was that you kissed me goodnight
Sweet innocent girl, her wisdom in you shows,
she's speaking through you, every where that you go
So disregard the rule that said keep your mouth closed,
Speak as loud as you'd like, in the garden they grow
I exposed him to my secrets,
instead of locking them away
I closed my eyes and told him,
about every single day
What will he do if he knows,
did you consider cons before pros?
Don't stand there and wait,
watching another one go
I trust him you see,
its awkwardly unique
I'm cautiously curious
without wants or needs
Be careful young lady,
don't jump in with both feet,
If you can't see the bottom,
You can't tell how deep
How long must I stay,
one toe at a time,
as though giving up,
was suddenly a crime
Its sensitive love,
you must understand,
the heart he keeps hold of,
will never leave his hands
I want to break free,
I want to shed that skin,
I want to be better,
then I was with him..
You can be anything you want to be,
I watch you dream as far as your eyes see
seeing the world, one day at a time,
is the way she imagined you'd live your life...
I met a story teller, one stormy night,
She stopped me and I listened,
...was Of the convincing type..
She told me a story,
I'd never heard before
of a girl and a boy and the title she wore
The story teller explained how they'd been in a fight,
how she'd lost her wits and been clumsy one night
nothing should mask your love for me...
As she told this love story,
She seemed to glow,
so many emotions I don't want her know
and explained how their love outlasted it all
How their lives still made sense after
...I Watched her slip..And fall...
The narrator seemed heavy,
with emotion filled signs
that an apology was not enough...not Even close this time..
And as she moved along, I heard her voice crackle up..
The story she told seem to leave her heavily stuck
in the mind trap I built, when I casually showed up..
This pair you see, she made it sound so real,
go back to that place, to allow wounds to heal
determined to fight, she won't win tonight *
He controlled even the thoughts she hid deep in her mind
And more then once left her hanging on lips they always find
*she's thriving on the fire burning hot with desire..
he talked and she listened, putting her thoughts on a mission
Forgetting the plot, her story trailed off..
if she would just say those words... 3 simple words...
She listened to the boy, tried retaining it all,
but couldn't help wondering how planned was this call
you're here, you see, that's more then I need..
All along she assumed what the boy always knew,
but he strung her along, leaving less obvious clues
they don't even like her, no one knows her like I do..
She lays stuck in his trap, as the rain slowly taps
The view seems forgotten from behind foggy glass
I'm going to make this one linger, longer then the last
She tells him she loves him, but that much he knew
she longs to be held, not broken and used
I remember all her tricks, but this power is new...
She doesn't want to leave but he's got what he needs
And again she lays empty overcome with defeat
knocked her straight off her naked feet...
The story tellers emotions, changed noticeably so,
and the tears that were falling fell silently slow
she pulls again at the tearing rope
She tells how the girl felt remarkably aware
How the boy seemed to watch, borderline stare
I will keep a tally of her wrongs and title revenge as "Fair"
She longs to break free of the hold that he keeps
Praying some day she'll find a heart on a sleeve
I'll always have her heart, she wouldn't dare to leave
The story goes on, explains the who's where's and how longs
Recaps similar instances, where emotions seemed calm
this isn't right, it all feels wrong..
The story teller begins to plead, she really wanted me to see,
how much this girl had loved this boy, and how she prayed he'd set her free.
make her understand, I only want what best for me...
Her tears, they dry, still silent and slow,
leaving cheeks lightly dampened by a salty glow
I don't love you too, I really don't miss you, and by the way, they all hate you.
I mute my surroundings so I can hear myself thinking
about the birds and the bees and the beautiful things
Believing is seeing but we all wake up dreaming
so who is to say we shouldn't just believe it ...anyway?
The mistress of misery tried taking happiness from me,
but I fought her fearlessly holding on to the could-be's
forever and for always we roam airport hallways
leaving specks of what once was on carpets of used runways
now this is the next chapter,
so lets see what they're after?
were you intending to stir the pot of disaster?
or did you want the blood to pour out a little faster?
lift her hand you puppet master
pull the string that turns tears to laughter..
the fire that blazed
and burned the whole city
with regrets and mistakes
Sing to me on my dying day,
a beautiful song of childish play
Struggling recklessly to move the right way
the most painful thing he could refuse to say
fighting the same undiscussed battle
from 5 feet away and in iron shackles
seeing everything inside of you in the still fresh moonlight
she can't understand why they didn't really fight...
still afraid of the truth she would never deny
she longs for the nights he begged her to try
mistakes were not made,
lessons were learned
your beautiful words are quickly disturbed
trying to so hard sometimes to remain part of this Earth
the spark that still lingers so quickly ignites
and our love lights up the entire night sky
In new linens and cloth,
the blood finally stops
humble and weak
she accepts complete defeat
a wise man once told her,
its in the eye of the beholder,
he slightly brushes her hair off
her weighed down shoulders
one weight seems lifted,
...thats hopeful at best...
she waits for the moment
worries put to death
her world seems so awkward
in the panoramic view
misunderstanding the options
shes reminded shes used
emotions, they pour, as one becomes more
holding complete composer to the depths of my core
I refuse to be weak,
I've seen to much,
don't you see?
happiness lives in my moments of sleep
Because nothings worth the price they will staple to your head
what will be left of you when she repeats everything that we've said
What will be left of you after you lay in that old rickety worn bed
What will be left of you?
As I loose myself in your subtle unannounced fame I grip tighter on the waist high poorly built stage
That's held more then once a new coming face screaming with grace to the crowd that can't wait...
Find yourself in rekindled faith
Falling deeper in love with the lyrical genius I accept that he defines all I am unsure of
giving in to the butterflies he knows won't subside take a moment to slow down and join me tonight
Is this moment everything you've dreamt of?
Safely tucked in the warmth of her bed she relives all the fairytales her Dad never read
completely consumed with the thoughts in her head...
Where were you this time?
She holds on to another memory, thankful for every second,
knows tomorrow's never promised so she gave up on the bullshit and vowed always to be honest
But that is not costless...
As her eyes become heavy and her brain quietly calms down,
she sets aside the thoughts that stop the words from spilling out, she reclaims her crown ...
She controls her feelings now..
Finding strength in the fights that cut as sharp as your knife I finally accept I no longer have rights,
and the pain you inflict won't be worth the sight of the mascara covered check bones barely visible tonight
Pull me closer and breathe in life ...
Sing through my soul going high and then low I hear the truth in your laugh as gradually you become
the best thing of my past don't stress the hard stuff slow down and relax
Pull me back on to the track...
This moment could so quickly become our last so let go of your broken unfinished past and live for the seconds your heart let's you laugh
Walking togethers always better when you can't find the path ...