Let there be no fairy tale endings
Its the real world we live in
Loss, and death, and broken hearts
And meaningless obligations
And taxes

No prince charming
Knight in shining armor
Benevolent king
Just me
And my darkness

The worst part
About finding someone
Who can make you be strong
Is knowing
They can make you be weak

These hands, these hands
They long to hold
To see a smile
To see again
I'm going blind
So long
And I'll never see a smile again

These thoughts, these thoughts
The just won't leave
They drive me mad
And all I am
Is all I had
Is lost
And I don't want to lose you now

I feel the loss
The lonesome cost
I hold onto a dream
That will never be

And what makes me so sad
Is that I don't make you happy anymore

These hands, these hands
They used to touch
They used to feel
I want so much
I need it now
Its gone
And I know its never coming back

And what makes me so sad
Is that I don't make you smile anymore

She calls me crazy
I guess me and her
Are more alike than
She will ever know

Empty hallways
Empty frames around empty paintings
Of empty fields
Where empty people
Enjoy an empty day
In an empty park

I sit in my empty seat
And try to empty my mind
Its the only way that I could find
To not feel so fool

I was lost in utter darkness
When I found out what my light is

Maybe its the reason why
In the morning time
The birds will sing
And I will sing along

I thought positive thinking would make me happy
So I was positive you were the one
Well we find out
Just thinking that someone is something
Doesn't make them be that thing

Well its not your fault

Maybe I haven't learned to be postive enough
Maybe I like to feel the bitter sting of disappointment
Maybe you were never really real to begin with
Maybe I just made you up
Maybe I hurt myself

I know it's not your fault

People
Buy
Bottled
Water

In downtown Pittsburgh
And then walk down to the park
And watch the rivers

Isn't life beautiful

Division on division on division
Where did it start?
Language so you can't understand me?
Religion so you believe differently?
Politics so my wasted vote offends you?
Borders so my soccer team defeats you?

Well I don't know
I don't know where it starts
Maybe its what we're taught
Maybe its in our hearts

But as I sit on a bus stop bench
In St. Cloud Minnesota
I can't help but wonder
Maybe it starts on division street

Oh look!
Here comes the bus now