I want to reach out and tell you that I miss you. But I'm afraid you'll dismiss me. I know it won't be enough to bring you back to me. It never was. But I can't stop myself from wanting you anyways.

They say you really only fall in love once.
They say I'm delusional.
But that can't be true.
Because I fall in love all over again,
Whenever I look at you.

They say I'm infatuated.
They say "You're too young".
But how would they know?
Because whenever you look at me,
All I can do is glow.

They say he's just a boy.
They say he only wants one thing.
But they don't seem to see.
Because when he thinks I won't hear him,
He tells his friends how much he loves me.

They say that we're crazy.
They say we're destined for disaster.
But that doesn't seem right.
Because when the party's over,
We're still dancing through the night.

As the rose dies,
so does their love.
But was it ever really that
or feelings they thought were inside.
It's hard to determine,
but the wilting petals don't lie.

The stem felt her tears.
Colors disappeared.
As she felt the bittersweet kiss of the thorn,
she knew that time held her fears.
The sky fell low.
Darkness was near.
The clouds began crying weary tears.
What was the ending?
Was it something love could surpass?
The heart didn't know,
until the tears were like glass.
Falling more and more heavy,
slipping off her invincible mask.

The ending was coming.
One petal was left.
Long lost memories began flowing,
like a river one can't forget.
The word was love,
the meaning?
Unknown.
And as the last petal fell,
down did the world slow.
The rose was all gone.
The tears were no more.
Her lonely soul lifted
as her last breath slipped away.
"I love you my dear,
but there isn't a place for me anymore."

Stars above,
glistening the sky.
Golden teardrops fall from high.
The weary moon begins to die,
As the city sings a silent lullaby.

The wind blows soft,
the leaves flow far.
The night falls and tumbles hard.
The stars align,
the moon now cries,
As the city sings a silent lullaby.

The sun slowly rises.
The stars slowly die.
The night loses feeling,
the day comes alive.
Morning creeps slowly,
night falls behind.
As the city sings a silent lullaby.

When you think you're about to drown,
just keep your head up.
Push.
Foward.
You'll get there.
One breath.
One at a time.