The goosebumps build slowly up my spine,
I just want you to be mine .

Sweet Romanace,
A soft caress,
A swelling feeling,
Deep in my chest.

My heart it races,
When your eyes meet mine,
It seems I'm flying,
But there's limited time.

This feeling so pure,
This touch electrifying,
I just want you so bad,
That inside I'm dying.

You don't get it,
it will be too late when you do,
I'll be gone,
you'll be stuck like glue.

Give and take,
this is half game,
you know what they say,
no pain no gain.

Hopefully this will make you learn,
to grow and expand,
if you dont,
who knows where you will land.

The landing could be soft,
and easy to bear,
or it could be hard,
and you won't know who to hear.

This is my only plead,
the only form in which I can speak,
I just want you to realize,
unless you help yourself with me gone, you'll be weak.

How I wish I could show you,
I wish you could see,
But it seems that you just,
just wont listen to me.

I wish I could guide you,
help you heal,
but in this case,
you just won't yield.

You can't stop,
you can't see,
how when you hurt,
you hurt me.

Self loathing tendencies,
you can't make them go away,
you were destined for so much more,
but you won't let her go her way.

Only time can heal,
the gashes she left in your heart,
learning to let go,
is a carefully practiced art.

Eventually you'll get it,
eventually you'll see,
someday you'll forget it,
and know it wasnt meant to be.

How can we avoid this
I don’t understand
All of the memories
Buried in the sand

It all seemed okay
But I don’t think I’m that strong
Because to me
This all feels so wrong

That silly idea I had
Of “meant to be”
This now I don’t get
This I don’t see

I’m not sure I can do this
This trivial “just friends”
But I can’t accept
This as the end

The rain keeps falling
pouring down
Because my angels cry
He was SUPPOSED to come around

These drops are sorrow
Falling heavy from the sky
I am still left with a question
Simply, why?

This feels so wrong
What once felt so right
Ive got another question
How do I handle this with might

I sit here with my vices
Questioning myself
Should I just move on
And put this on the shelf

this ship has gone down
lower than low
and we all know
what this goes to show

the depths of the ocean
they aren't far enough
not enough distance
far too much trust

trust I may see you
trust you can fly
our little secrent
wrapped up in lies

The logic is lacking
the ice growing thin
I'd give almost anything
just to see him

to see him smile
to see him laugh
just to know
I'm not coming in last

Last isnt okay
even if it isn't a game
I just hope
he can't see the pain

yes this does hurt
yes I do cry
But I may have to be strong
and wipe my face dry