I've been crying since the day
your tongue turned into
a stage of dancing lies

my hair pulled back
to hide the smell of
dead thoughts of us

of how leaves look prettier
when they're dead in autumn
of how I would be prettier
if  I were dead too

the way your fingers lit in passion
whenever we touched
the way your fingertips sparked the fire
of cigarettes smoked to the bone

I remember the smell of your hands
danger with a glimpse of loneliness

I liked it
I loved it

The day your tried to bottle up
all the love I had for you
and the glass didn't resist

the day I stole your gun
to make you say you loved me
the way you took it from me

the way I understood you'd never catch
the stockholm syndrome from me

I'm sorry
I'm so sorry.

i feel like i am groping the wind
all i can see is pitch black
still i continue to walk
maybe i'll fall or stumble
but still i'll carry on.

i dont know what chance im grasping for
bu i continue to do it.
i discard the reason to stop
i know someday it'll make sense

people try to beat some sense in me
telling me its not going to work
but i feel there's something in there.
something great waiting to be unraveled

i'm still defiant
i am stubborn, yes
this is life.
not a game, nor a quest.

there's nothing pointless in loving.
the word futile is not acceptable.

Secret messages I did hide
In numerous places, inside
Little notes and pads and books
Awaiting for her loving looks
To see them there in my own hand
Secret messages that I planned

This song makes me feel like love.
Not like I'm falling in to it
Or loving someone
Or harboring something unrequited
I feel warm
I feel fuzzy
I feel content
I feel like love.