Actions & Words.
Two things that should always go together,
But actions always speaks louder than words.

No matter how much one says something,
It is only believed by the actions that follow.
By what we can feel, by what we can see.

You know the truth by the way it feels,
No matter how much times you try to shake it off,
Or throw it off track.

I think this is why,
Why my mind never believed in what you said.
- Though my heart believed otherwise.

My eyes could clearly see,
Something my heart couldn't.
And yet, It still fell. Each and every time.

Getting high is said to be relaxing and fun.
But no one ever said anything about being high on you,
-- being high on love.

Craving you,
Wanting you more and more,
as the day goes by.

Let me just tell you that being high on you is not fun at all.
Nor is it relaxing.
You have left me high and so ******* dry.

Craving for you more than ever,
Only to find out that I am nothing to you.
-- That I'll never be anything to you.

If there's one thing life has taught me,
It's that you can't want something too much
and similarly, you can't avoid anything too much.

The more you want it, the harder it is to attain.
The lesser you do, the easier it is.
Oh, the irony of life.

Whenever I ask myself why,
why it's so hard to get you,
I realized how much I wanted you.

More than a blind person wanting to see,
More than Romeo loves Juliet,
More than all the water in the oceans of the earth.

Maybe,
Maybe that's why I tried to avoid it.
Avoiding and blocking out all my feelings towards you.

But it seems like the more I avoid it,
The more it finds me.
It started out with a feeling, which then grew into a hope.

There is nothing more dangerous than hope.
Especially when it's too much,
It could bring you so high up.

High up with hope,
Hope that maybe, just maybe,
You'll see me - like how I see you.

Call it what you want, but I still believe --
Some old fashioned things like fresh air,
Sunshine, Talking to each other,
and going on real dates are hard to beat.

We were yesterday's story, an old - fashioned, cliche  
Fairytale of two best friends who fell for each other.
The typical boy likes girl and girl likes boy.
And yet, nothing beats you.

Your smile, Your voice,
The way you make me laugh,
The way we used to be.
The good old - fashioned us.

Falling too quickly,
Too sudden,
And too hard.

I trusted you, let you in,
And gave you all the weapons.
Everything you need to catch me or destroy me.

I opened up my heart,
Trusting that you would hold it,
Hold it and keep it warm, like how you hold my hands everyday without a fail - But you just reminded me why things break when they fall.

You just got my heart and ripped it out.
Left me feeling empty, ******, and bad about myself.
Letting me fall but without you on the other end,
leaving me broken and shattered.

You were broken glass,
But I still touched you
- Even Though I knew I would get hurt.