I don't have butterflies in my stomach
They are more like moths
Eating me alive from within

I kind of like the way they tickle

Falling in love with someone is just as painful as falling out of love
It all depends on the height and extent of the love

Either way you're going to get hurt

I think that rain is beautiful

In the rain people fall in love
People find sadness
People find hope
People get lost
And people find themselves

In the rain lovers share umbrellas
Writers find inspiration
Readers find mystery
Children make memories
And romanticists find destiny

Besides, without the rain
How could our beautiful flowers
possibly grow?

Yes, I think that rain is truly beautiful

One day I'll teach the world how to treat him right
But today I'll teach him how to treat himself

He's so insecure about being loved
He feels as if he isn't worth it
Through his eyes he's a peice of coal
He can't see the beautiful diamonds he shelters inside

Through my eyes he sparkles brighter than the sun
Because even underneath all the pressure thrown at him by his peers
He never gave up or changed for anyone
Instead he became something that they could never come close to

If only he could see the beauty inside of him
Perhaps he'd love himself as much as I love him

If he were the sun
I'd gladly embrace him
Even if it meant I'd burn

If he were an endless ocean
I'd swim until I drowned
Just to be with him

And if he were the sky
I'd live my entire life learning to fly
Just to reach him

Hurt isn't a selfish feeling
It's okay to feel bad
Just because someone else feels bad too
Doesn't mean you can't

Happiness is not a selfish feeling
It's okay to smile, to laugh
You wouldn't say to someone
That because you're happy they can't be

So why are my feelings of pain and joy not relevant to yours?
We all deserve happiness and sorrow
Too much or too little
Will tip the scales
And ruin our balance

Then we'll be left with nothing at all