A perfect moment is what I planned,
one unlike any other.
I'd say exactly what I wanted,
but sadly that is just mental.
In the moment,
I can't make sense.
If I could, and if I would,
like a wave, and like a current,
I'd make the perfect moment.

Is it possible?
To love and forget?
Or perhaps to dream,
and not think.

Always to fall,
but never get up.
Or to grasp,
but never really obtain.

Butterflies swarming.
Weakness?
No.

A sign of strength.
Strength in knowing,
Knowing you are one step closer,
One leap farther,
A simple breath nearer,
To Love.

Outside.
An unbreakable fortress,
no point of weakness.

Inside.
All hope crumbling,
yet it all remains hidden.

Now I'm not asking to change the past,
just a simple playback option.
Something where I could watch again,
as parts of my life unfold.

All the good times that made my heart swell,
and even the bad times where I felt defeated.
Any moments with you would suffice,
because those were the ones I enjoyed most.

And when the credits roll,
I don't want to leave alone.
I want to look over and see you beside me,
knowing that's how things will stay.

Trapped.
Trapped in my own mind.
Imprisoned by my own doubts.
Suffering from trying to come back to reality.
My imagination runs circles around me,
mocking me with what could have.

Famous last words,
Changed to bitter apology.
How can I still be alive?
With my heart already bursting.

A song on the radio,
A line in a movie,
A cloud in the sky,
Seems like it'd be impossible.
So I guess there's no way.
I'll never give up.