Hanging around the court
and I want to know why,
Why none of you have come to see me.
I've been laughing, I've been crying.
This is surely a cruel joke.
I haven't a retort.
Because I've felt this way before.
It's like dreaming that I'm dyin.

Please help me now
Because I've got nowhere to go.
Please take me in your arms,
take me out, and take me home.
Please tell me if I make it.
I'm running out of life.
I've fallen to pieces.
I'm spending all my time.

You treat me like I'm crazy
I hate it when you lie.
Do you think that I won't listen?
I listen all the time.
But you feel so far away my friend when you are by my side.
I face alone a lonely war
about whose first to cry.

Seeking justice but I am so alone. I wish you would hold my hand and that we could bone.

Now I'm walking to a restaurant
where I will surely cry,
because I miss you and resent you,
and I think that you know why.
It's all so that I'll call you?
A mission to abort.
Because it's me you should be missing
and I haven't a retort.

Please call me now
Because I've got nowhere to go.
Please take me in your arms,
take me out, and take me home.
Please tell me if I make it.
I'm running out of life.
I've fallen to pieces.
and I'm wasting too much time.

Too much time my friend.
Be by my side.

Do you remember all the days?
We used to sing,
To laugh and play?
To smell the weeds we thought were flowers
To dance inside the April showers
To sing and smile the clouds away
To just be friends anyway
Be free and peaceful
Joyful and light
Not dark and gloomy
Just happy, and bright.

As we walk outside tonight
Did you ever think there was a light?
A god-like force to guide our day
To keep us safe, when in harms way
There is my dear
There is a light
To guide us on our walk tonight
It glows, it shines
But has human form
With wings so light and soft,
Not wrapped on those who don’t believe
They’re angels child, you must believe
And begin to be guided with me

Walking on eggshells
Heel to toe
One broken hearted
But you wouldn't know...
Two crying eyes
Creating great seas
Three different people
one of them me
Four lies have been spoken
Five hours ago
There were Six Windows
Seven were closed
Eight were the women
You told me were friends
Nine are the moments
I'd trust you again
Ten are the ways, decent to tell
I love you so dearly...now please go to hell

He lives in a world of beauty
Self-propelled by his own grace.
He generates his own butterflies,
And the stars in his eyes
Match the moons they are.
His skin is tan and soft,
A comfort to have next to me
Like a subtle sun kiss,
Or a warm summer breeze.
He is perfect, because he claims it.
His beauty is from the inside,
But generates outward as to embrace you
As I want him to embrace me,
So that I can be a part of something beautiful.