I look up at the stars
Each one chants
Pleading for me to join them
So tonight, I'll lay in bed
Hope for something, anything to take me away
I'll join the galactic
Crawl into a black hole
Sit at the foot of the moon
Float aimlessly into the dark universe
This eternal vacancy inside of me
Can't really be defined other than like this:
As empty as space, as full as the galaxy

I feel that love is somewhat over rated at times
I hope that it can only get better as i grow older
I feel that it should, but I don't usually count on it

I don't always seem to understand what I do
Even though I've done it many, many times before  
Love always seems to feel somewhat strange

When I fall in love, it can make me feel uncomfortable
When I fall out of love, I feel the same way, why
I just can't quite seem to figure out these feelings

I just hope I can find that one girl, that one fine jewel
Something I never ever want to let go of and to cherish
That one girl that can remove these feeling of uncertainties

I hope that one day my feet can firmly footed in this life
I hope that one day I rise above my feelings of uncertainties
I hope that one day I overcome the feelings of love being overrated

They see all the good
    They're torn towards all the bad
             They know what's coming
   But they never look back
          To all they could have had
     They want their justice
              Yet, they leave it to the devil
        Dressed all in black
              With wilted roses
   Tattooed across their backs
           They've fallen,
    Deceived, tortured and abandoned
         Their holy calling
  There's a war raging between
            Their moral stance
       Their inner desires
                And their loyalty
         They never leave life to chance
  These Angels in black
          With wilted roses
       Tattooed across their backs,
Daggers, swords and knives
          Have red stained faces
     And hold the fate
             Of all our lives
       They can feel the shame
    Of this deadly game they play
          Yet, these Angels in black
With wilted roses
        Tattooed across their backs,
    Sacrifice everything for our souls
            Yet, a soul
   Is *all they truly lack

Now you know what you don’t want
You know what you want
Now you know who you don’t want

Where are you going?
Do you want to be wanted
Where are we going

We all want to be wanted