The sun is bright outside
But, I swear, it isn't shining

Thoughts are racing inside
My resolve is successfully hiding

On this sad, broken carnival ride
There exists no desire to cease crying

No one in which to confide
Empty rooms, blank walls presiding

I'll be melancholy's bride
So, the loneliness isn't subsiding

Searching for the bright side
Something this life isn't providing

Yes, I'll be melancholy's bride
In my brokenness, I'll be hiding

I'm not here for your Prince Charming
I'm not here for your Romeo
I'm here for the troubled mind
Young spirit worn by an old soul
Cherish the rarity,
Respect the words as they flow

I don't want your Prince Charming
Disrespect to your Romeo
I want one with a stronger spine
Young spirit worn by an old soul
Rare Is The Type
Broken heart plated in gold

*Yes, Rare Is The Type,
Young Spirit Worn By An Old Soul

We dreamers,
We have an addiction
Imagination,
That ****'s an affliction

See, those sounds
To us, it's like music
But our thoughts
They **** around and abuse it

Budweiser and nicotine
Put our minds at ease
Long nights and whiskey
Find our brains some peace

Misunderstood,
Find clarity in confusion
Self-destructive,
Lost in a hopeless delusion

Throne-less kings and queens
Peaceful-minded wild things
Let us find our release
Nicotine & Pipe Dreams

I don't want today to be just another day.
Will I wake up tomorrow still feeling confusing pain?
When you hear "love," will you think of my name?

I don't want today to be just another day.
Will you dismiss my words and toss them away?
Did you really understand the words I chose to say?

I don't want today to be just another day.
Will you think of my heart as a simple game to play?
Are you going to turn me into a tragic regret anyway?

I don't want today to be just another day.
Will you have more excuses to say?
Will I have to let you fade?

For the longest I was confused
I wondered who I was
And what I wanted too

But now that my love has gone unused
I know exactly who I am
And what I want is you

Sadly, if I bring that up to you
I know that I'll be rejected
And given some type of excuse

This has got to be emotional abuse
Even if it's being done by myself
And not caused by you

Sadly, I do feel quite used
The question sits in my mind..
Should I let go of you?

I need to hear something from you
Otherwise
That's exactly what I'll do..

...

I wish I could lay with you and hold you tight

.......

Then maybe things would feel alright

...

I suppose it's time I admitted it
That's the only way I'll come to terms with it
I'm in love with you
And I love the things you do

I love your skin and your hair
The way you're yourself everywhere
I love your voice and creativity
And the way you radiate positivity

I'm in love with you
Yes, it's true
I'm in love with you

I love your eyes and your smile
For you I'd always go the extra mile
I love your words and your honesty
The way you haven't forgotten me

I know it's good that I admitted it
Maybe now I'll come to terms with it
I'm in love with you
Perhaps, one day, you'll love me too

The me that was lucky enough to wake up next to you
Was the happiest me that I ever knew

The me that got to listen to your melodic voice
I'd go back to being if I had the choice

The me that was blessed enough to hold your hand in mine
Should have known it would only last a short time