Your expression about generality is not expression about me
I shouldn't have asked...its not about me.
I cant feel anything else in or for this life.
this life must be for someone else.

Else,your hands aren't holding my hands..they are just  holding.
your days are not about me they are just filled by me.
this life is for someone else.
your life is not about me.

Me, I have felt sadness for so long now
I hate this lonely life
I am a flower on the wall
this life is not about me
I am the wallflower

wallflower,I have blended in.
I can see i am not
this life must be for someone else
someone else can have this life...
my life.

I've drank until my stomach hurt, bought flowers for funerals, slept in hospital beds, kissed sad girls happy.
I've filled my lungs to brim with smoke and decay, fallen for ugly hearts, walked home barefoot with heels in my hand, had so many loves.
He has something unlike any other, with his ***** hands and bright brown eyes and dark blonde hair. Like a flower in the midst of a rainstorm or a suit or the kind of boy you would adore in movies and go to bed dreaming about and be sad that you couldn't find him anywhere around here.
He's the only one that's made me feel secure with one person.

I like her a lot
Maybe even enough to call it love.
I can't fix her past
I can't guarantee her future.
All I can promise is today
Here and now.
I can't swear to her shell never cry
Only that it won't be by my hand.
I can't swear that everything will be ok.
It won't be.
All I can swear is that I'll be there
Ready to protect her and comfort her
Whenever she needs it.
If I could give it all to her, I would
But I can't.
All I have to offer
Is my love and friendship.