Highest hights
lowest lows
sweetest tears
and brightest lights

long before
and miles away
rushing fast
just to get home

yellow dress torn and worn
cast a feminine shadow on the city walls
hair gold and flowing
a beautiful sight being born

this city of dreams
makes me dream
and i only dream
of you...

Words like ice
Hair as dark as evil
More lost then young souls
A pretty face mirrored twice

Wearing shorts, old and frayed.
Lips painted a sinister red.
Heels spiked and jagged
Drunk on the floor, she laid

Worlds of a prophet
A Golden and messy pillow of hair
As sure as a moving train
A picture of him in her locket  

Wearing battered blue jeans
Lips soft and warm
Converse, blue and inviting
He finds her when the janitor cleans

Eyes lock, hearts beat in steps
A smile from him
A blush from her
A hand from him she accepts

A "how have you been?"
A "um not good actually?"
Another "I'm sorry"
One more "I miss you"
And finally "i miss you too"

maybe i fell  in  love  with the
way  you  would  look  at  me
and look away when i caught
you staring or maybe i fell  in
love  with  your   smile  when
you felt brave enough to keep
your gaze and maybe i fell  in
love   with   your  demanding
personality and your reckless
ability to abandon everything
or  maybe  i  fell  in  love with
your     dreams,     fears     and
twisted    thoughts   and   you
only   fell   in   love   with  my
s      u      r        f       a      c      e

They say it's never too late
But for me,
Im way too late
You can't here me now
No matter how loud I say these three word
I lost my last chance
All i can do now
Is to cry infront of your grave
Feeling the pain alone