what do we have left for ourselves
but to do good upon others and to ourselves
and to strive to be better
even if we must suffer
in silence and solitude
must we hurt ourselves further
must we torture ourselves and be disgusted
upon a cycle of toxicity we present ourselves with

If people were rain,
I was drizzle
and she was the storm,
the calm before the hurricane.

Though the fire’s gone cold
the stories we have told
will never grow old

Would you love me the same
even if can't tell whats right or wrong
would you still hold my hand
even if i get lost in all my thoughts
would you still sit by my side
even if i can't remember your name

eyes that wonder so deep yet charming
stares into the the nights gentle sky
reflecting back a mysterious yearning
to drift among the infinite scattering light

such feelings leave me weak
too anxious i hesitate
where my hands long to reach
whenever i'm awake
your the only dream i seek

are we but lonely dreamers
drifting upon a sea of twilight stars
not knowing when to wake