You let all the things get to your head.
Even after all that I said
I guess you'll never trust me
the way that I trust you.
And me-
Oh, I've always believed
in the magic of our love.
Why is it so hard to go-
with the flow of traffic?
Why do we all want to surpass it?
Why can't we just go along-
holding onto the hope that we need,
why cant we just believe?
It'll all work out
in the end.
In the end of everything-
everything will be just fine.
As long as I am yours
and you are mine.

I run
towards the sunlight
that lights up your eyes.
and hide from reality...
Wish it could only be,
you and me
together.
Our hearts race
underneath
the nervousness
of the definition of
eternity.
But I see you believe in me,
Forever
and I wouldn't have it any other way.
This is our sweet escape.

I like the simplicity of a story.
When the words make perfect sense.
So you can feel it in your heart,
and your bones get a slight chill.

I like it when you speak to me softly
On the other end of the telephone
and your voice is so calm
that it slows the hand of time.

I like it when the ice cream is slightly melted
and the way you walk with your hands in your pockets
At the fair last summer,
After winning me a prize.

I like the simplicity of life,
it's nice.

Worry.
Some kind of crippling sickness.
Holding on to my brain cells, if there are any left.
I must of held my breath too long.
Maybe that one time, when I was younger,
is the reason my memory is lacking.
Maybe through all my rebellion, this is my karma.

Because I can't remember exactly,
but I am worrying about it, nonetheless.
Those moments leading up to my defeat all shelter my vices,
the secrets no one knows about.
And I cannot remember any reasoning.

The anxiety of this flashback keeps me wondering,
will I ever stop the worry
about the things I can't change?
Or will I keep on
blaming myself for the things that have happened?

I'm disgusted with myself
as I am with all my troubles.
I'm ashamed of  things I've done,
the past is so hard to forget.
I want to change who I'm becoming
But I'm stuck on yester-years.
This is what happens
when I blame myself.

Words that he clung to like confetti in the air,
Ups and downs, and truths or dares.
Strangers gossiping without a care.
Jealous much? You can't compare.

He says
"Look me in the eye and tell me
What it is I need to know."
Excused wrapped in lies
Tied with pretty bows.

He's lost in translation,
lost in love.
Has no where to turn
He's run out of luck.

He's standing next to nothing.
And losing his mind.
But he's better off
if he leaves the lies behind.

But everybody knows love is blind
He is nothing special, of the kind.
Infatuated just as much
as anybody else was once.

So leave it all
and walk away.
Little white lies
are too much pain.

Sometimes love gets lost
in the middle of uncertainty.
When  I start to think of you,
and forget all about me.
Sometimes luck runs out
And hearts get bruised and damaged.
But  some how we keep trying
To see what's left to salvage.
But all I see is a shadow
of some kind of silhouette
of stranger that I used to know
Someone I keep trying to forget.
When all I wanted was a lover
Someone who held my hand,
to comfort all my troubles
when the world forgets who I am.
Maybe I'm too much of a dreamer.
Maybe I'm a wreck.
But I'm easy to  please,
Just hard to impress.

It was blue underneath the stars again,
Both, the twinkle in your eye and in the sky are lost somewhere else.
I cried when I realized the obvious.
As the sky sinks into eternal  kaledesope of my own imagination.
Swirling orange with pink and blue.

Empty eyes tell a story.
Once, there was a reason I believed in you.
Back when we were laughing.
Now I'm stuck wishing for all the rainbows to evaporate this depression in the basement.
I blame myself because I should have known better.
and suddenly I remember all that was invested and how easy it is to be blinded by someone.

Our dreams were our paradise, once upon a time.
When sheets were clouds in heaven-
And wonderland was somewhere we called home.
Paradise was somewhere,
When magic lit the moonlight with satisfaction and opened doors to let me in.
Somehow laying there life made sense
then time passed us just like in a movie, even as it rained.

But it falls apart.

A heart is tougher than a bulletproof jacket.
The ones you hurt are usually innocent.
Someones daughter, sister, mother, friend.
This time, it was me.
But today's sunrise is another simple miracle,
Something not to take for granted..
Because troubles always make a survivor