i like you the most
when you talk about the
things you're passionate
about.

that's when your eyes light up,
alive, dancing, and burning
as if you sees a world that
that no one else has seen.

It's been a while
Since that argument
Where he's telling me the things I shouldn't been doing
For he don't want to share his things.

I hope
He knows by now
Things ain't people
People ain't things.

Under the light
Of the stars shining so bright
There you are holding her tight.

If everything was white, would you paint it with blue?
If I were to let go, would you beg me please?
If this was a game, would you stop playing?
If I were blinded, would you help me see?
If you love someone else, would I want to set you free?

it was 1:01am.
and still in my heart you are the one
though i know soon you'll be gone.