Your white fluffy fur thats sits on that shelf
Your beady black eyes staring into my soul
The closest I can get to a real seal

MR SEAL

i love you

It was something that I said...
It was something that I did...

I hate how this sin makes me feel
I cried at night because I trusted her with your secret
She told what she did and I felt a pit inside my heart

Then I thought it would go away
I thought you wouldn't find out

We were fine yesterday but what about today
I said hi and you turned your head at me

I don't want to say goodbye
This is not the end

I'm sorry

Everything's fine

Everything's great

We where having fun

And then all hell breaks

I dance till the beat of the song

And wait for the bomb to come

Why is this a reality

Why must we live in fear

Everything was fine

Everything was great

We where having fun

AND THAN ALL Hell brEaks

My aunt used to live in Paris
I remember, she used to come home and tell us these stories about being abroad
And I remember she told us that she jumped into the river once, barefoot

She smiled

Leapt, without looking
And tumbled into the Seine
The water was freezing
She spent a month sneezing
But said she would do it again

Here's to the ones who dream
Foolish as they may seem
Here's to the hearts that ache
Here's to the mess we make

She captured a feeling
Sky with no ceiling
The sunset inside a frame

She lived in her liquor
And died with a flicker
I'll always remember the flame

Here's to the ones who dream
Foolish as they may seem
Here's to the hearts that ache
Here's to the mess we make

She told me
"A bit of madness is key
To give us new colors to see
Who knows where it will lead us?
And that's why they need us"

So bring on the rebels
The ripples from pebbles
The painters, and poets, and plays

And here's to the fools who dream
Crazy as they may seem
Here's to the hearts that break
Here's to the mess we make

I trace it all back to then
Her, and the snow, and the Seine
Smiling through it
She said she'd do it again

My aunt used to live in Paris
I remember, she used to come home and tell us these stories about being abroad
And I remember she told us that she jumped into the river once, barefoot

She smiled

Leapt, without looking
And tumbled into the Seine
The water was freezing
She spent a month sneezing
But said she would do it again

Here's to the ones who dream
Foolish as they may seem
Here's to the hearts that ache
Here's to the mess we make

She captured a feeling
Sky with no ceiling
The sunset inside a frame

She lived in her liquor
And died with a flicker
I'll always remember the flame

Here's to the ones who dream
Foolish as they may seem
Here's to the hearts that ache
Here's to the mess we make

She told me
"A bit of madness is key
To give us new colors to see
Who knows where it will lead us?
And that's why they need us"

So bring on the rebels
The ripples from pebbles
The painters, and poets, and plays

And here's to the fools who dream
Crazy as they may seem
Here's to the hearts that break
Here's to the mess we make

I trace it all back to then
Her, and the snow, and the Seine
Smiling through it
She said she'd do it again

Before I was here I was innocent
Before I was here I was brave
Before I was here I was an angel

But now I have changed

Now that I am here I am scared
Now that I am here I am uncomfortable
Now that I am here I am vulnerable

But now that I am here I can breathe
But now that I am here I am free
But now that I am here I can see...

Adventures
Nice
Natorius
Inteligent
Extaordinary

A cry for help as a flame lights her home

A shriek for need as a tsunami flies a person across the town

No cry for help as another child dies of hunger

over one billion people populate it

twenty two thousand five hundred people die a day there

over 4,650 children a day lost to the world

2,000 girls killed in the womb

16,000 go missing in the capitol a day

How can we help

Think

If we don't help it could become a world issue

So think do

help...

Cold
its a felling dark and deep

Freezing
Its like a sharp knife in your arms

Don't give up when your freezing

Keep going get warm

Don't wait till its to late

Don't wait till the knife actually hits...

True friends light up your eye and smile when you see them
Like glitter tape

Your first good friend is the 1st strand
Of glitter tape
They sparkle brighter then the rest and never run out of greatness
Not the slightest bit of dust can ruin them

Your second is the 2nd strand
you love it just the same
but...
somethings different too much dust makes it lose its sparkle

And the final and third strand
They already have some strange cardboard stuff
They stick to you less then the rest
One blow of dust and they fall off

All my friends are like glitter tape
Most of them the 1st strand

Some I let go of

But most I keep

I sit here waiting for the bell

There is more of me waiting for something else

Joining for something someone who understands the wait

But I sit here waiting trying to sit up strait

Waiting for the bell so I'm not late

When I was young when I wanted the sun to go down it did
Now it goes down without my consent

When I was young when I wanted the sun to stay up it stayed
But now it stays were it wants

Now I must sleep when the sun goes down
Now I must awake when the sun is up

My imagination still runs wild

But for now it sleeps waiting to be awoken