Time,
it's all I ever need.
Time to love,
time to dance.
A time to everything.

As the days roll on
and time unfolds.
I look for time,
to feel whole.

My head is going to explode,
too many things to do.
And technology has vip access to each event.
What happens when it crashes?
Does you life crash along with it?

You know what?
I love you.
I was just stupid and scared.  
I didn't want my heart to be shattered.
I didn't want to feel the pain.
I should have listened when you said you were mine.

When you thought I wasn't serious,
we went our separate ways.
I heard you got someone new.
My heart fell, how could you move on so fast?
I could bearly think straight.
But I learnt to accept your choice of moving on.

I rid myself of you.
But you.
You crawled your gracely self back into my life and asked why I removed you.
I lied and said I pressed the button by accident.  
If only you knew that looking at you just hurts.

Days go by and I still keep track of your little stories, here and there.  
After her,
Still none new?
I like to think that you are waiting for me
but I know it isn't true.
A girl can dream right?

There will always be a place in my heart that belongs to you.
I would take you back without a moment of hesitation and treat you right cause I was fool in other people's games and demise.

Living in a different era would be marvelous.  
But get this,
They had the same problems that we are all facing today.
Problems that baffle your mind.
"Why on earth are they still debating over it?"

Living in a different era would be fabulous, wouldn't it?
But would you still have the same privileges accessed today?
Maybe some of you but not all.

Living in a differnt era......
if it were possible, would you go back?
Back to the days were life was as simple as black and white.

Dead of the night,
nothing.
No sense of emotion present.
Nothing.
Going about life
but still
nothing.
Numbness is almost a feeling of comfort.
Happyness, joy and love
all seem so foreign and unheard of.
Nothing.

"what do you want?"

A meaningless question
with doubtful answers.

"What do you want?"
I want to walk outside without
having to feel worthless.

I want to be able to be taken seriously,
despite my taste in fashion or body modifications.  

I want to be able to love someone and not
hide my passion because you wouldn't approve.

What I want is to be accepted for me,
nothing more and nothing less.
Just me.

Tonight,
as I lay down.
Reminiscing the night,
you said hi.
I haven't seen you,
in months.
and for you to act like,
nothing happened
hurt.
Was I not worth the fight?

Who is that?
She looks to familiar.  
But she looks sad.
Who is she?
she looks so beautiful.
Her  hair looks like oceans that a roaring against the rocks.
who is she?
I ask again.
Why, she looks so familiar its as if I have seen her in my dreams.  

I take a step closer and I didn't realize it was
Me.

When I look at him,
I feel all warm.
It's as if, he could make all the bad go away.